The moon and the sea.

Could it be that I am tired of mourning, as though sorrow and I disagree

I love the flowers and the blossoms, the sun
The Moon and the sea

I once felt so connected
Like death it held my hand, and lead my heart and footprints, on beaches made of sand

Though lately I have found myself running
Far away from pain

Finding strength in my weakness, standing
in the rain

I fought the storm cloud
Covering, I stood high
That mountains edge

And placed upon my soul
In body, an undying pledge

To seek the wildness
Of myself and roam
The trails before

And visit as a prisoner
The sea there, nevermore