Speaking confidentially
  the fire that burnt inside of me
  has turned to ash the tortured tree
  that grows beside the anguished sea
  Speaking confidentially
    Speaking metaphorically
  the earth I trust beneath my feet
  is moving now ever so slightly
  I shift my feet but feel no relief
  Speaking metaphorically
    Speaking hypothetically
  if the air you breathed was so unique
  would you use it up to idly speak
  or horde it for a rainy week
  Speaking hypothetically
    Speaking kind of cryptically
  the sea that raged beside the tree
  burning bright for all to see
  it just might mean the most to me
  Speaking kind of cryptically