Turning my eyes to the sea.
I try to net with the smallest sniff
What freedom and oblivion may be.The waves crashing onto the rocky shore,
Each one inevitably fading away;
no longer being part of the bore
but instead washing over the cay.
I wonder how it feels giving up to the stream,
My lungs filled with endless devotion;
For I realize the waves crashing to be redeemed
Don´t matter as long as they`re part of the ocean.
“In high seas or in low seas,
I’m gonna be your friend…
I’m gonna be your friend.
In high tide or in low tide,
I’ll be by your side…
I’ll be by your side.”