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
How is has been flowing since I was a boy
Swimming, lightning

Wash it all away, end up strong
These eye 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