Reaching Home

The ocean wants me

Never had to look under water

Has it been ruled?

The never ending current pulls me through

Waiting, waiting

I have been flowing since I was a boy

Swimming, lightning

Coming home, I am going home

Wash it all away, end up strong

These eyes have grown, these eyes have shown

Watching the horizon, hoping for

The cliffs to rise above the shore

The tide rises far above

The sky fades into the sea

The awareness slowly ebbs away

As light surely will find me

As calm as inside a womb

As the skies are filled with shades of gloom

The watchers of time have foretold

That this life will find its way back home

Even a man who fights the cold

fears the depths of his own soul

Under the stars that share his light

Sinking slow and reaching home