Alive and soft the ocean breathes ashore;
Hear it whispering secrets of the sea.
I sit and sail these paper planes over
To converse with the sea, words so carefree.
How joyous thy waters leap, thy freedom
I cannot help but want to steal and shut.
Perhaps Time will favor, grant us wisdom
Of life, and protect this precious gift; but
Alas, lock’d within the tempting waves hide
The chains of Time as strings the moon doth hold.
Master the waves how cruelly they break tide,
As if to ground them, Time forces to mold.
Hark, them demons my soul they try to keep.
To crush my freedom, my life, my heart doth weep.
To crush my freedom, my life, my heart doth weep.
