That day you gathered your hook, line and sinker
You swore an oath 'never will not I make a huge catch'
You grinded your teeth and showed your muscles
Only to have empty net after the whole night's watch
Now bathed in tears and sweats
Hopes had grown wings
Soaring higher than eagle into obscurity
Just the little spark of faith under the ashes of fears
That gave your stubborn ears to the Fisher of fishers
You let down your net
With shaking hearts and hands
Only to draw fishes to the point of net-breaking
Catching Santiago's mighty shark
That will inscribe your name in the Guinness World Record
