>>8177776When he was young
You'd not find him doing well in school
His mind would turn unto the waters
Always the focus of adolescent ridicule
He has no time for farmer's daughters
Alienated from the clique society
A lonely boy finds peace in fishing
His mother says
"Bron, this is not the way life's supposed to be."
"Don't you see the life that you miss?"
And he says
When I grow up I want to be
One of the harvesters of the sea
I think before my days are done
I want to be a fisherman
