DEATH TO ANY FELLA WEAKENS ME TOO

No one is an isle,

Total in itself,

Each man is a part of the mainland,

A segment of a principal.

If a turd is rinsed off by the sea,

The only other promise is to travel miles before I sleep.

As if that were the darkest nights to keep.

As if a tavern belonging to your friend

Or was it your own:

Death to any fella weakens me too,

Since I am committed to humanity,

And yet would never send out to realize who the bell is tolling for;

To you, it tolls.