I don’t know how to say it But the waves seem sleepier than usual The ocean softly surrendering to the great land
It seems the feeling is mutual
The ultimatum of their long journey from another coast
They end their lives in teary foam
Their stories coat the rocks in character
Their sons reform behind in anger
But I’d like to propose a toast
To the souls of the sea that rest here near this road
And to the vagabonds that came to call this place home
And that’ll go further into time and space
So that we may experience all that life has to taste
To make sense of these beautiful waves And perhaps even the joyful seal Who could teach us all how to kneel And live and love by the rip of the tide
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