Tonight, I'm me. Again..
Looking down from these heights,
on the same swells and breakers I've always called home.
Silent, mesmerized by the blackness.
So long on the run to find this horizon,
no fuel left in me; the sandman calls.
But the salty air and the wind give more comfort to me.
How many nights I wept for myself,
for I would not see that these stars have their own tears.
By the ocean's crashing on the rocks below,
the night sings it's own song.
The seas have their own agenda;
they beat upon the shore, and for a thousand years
they never yield. They wash away
the land until there's nothing left.
We learn slowly what the seas
have always known, that there is only madness.