Ocean

A swollen sky, a tablecloth of grain, I wander through the fields beneath the rain, A bear unbound, untamed and running free, And when the night falls down, a stranger by the flame Is calling me to warm my frozen hands And taste the wild berries lying on the ancient lands

The morning comes, the frost upon my lashes, crows are circling slow, This is all a dream I know — the birds upon the pond, the sparks in people's eyes that glow, And deep inside a feeling that they're lowering me down, My mother holds me in her mind and drowns herself in tears While giving up the white noise of the city and its sound

How long must I keep swimming up the stream Through furious emotions, through this never-ending dream? Toward a place where tender hands can warm my weary face, Where joy and love with wine are swirling at the perfect pace, Where waters wear the lighthouse down, and still it calls to say Beneath you lies not just a raging river's sway

Beneath you lies the world in all its shades, The vices and the pleasures, loyalties and masquerades, The mighty send the unwanted to their graves, And every living thing awaits a ray of light And fights to stay alive through endless nights

You cannot tame the waves, you cannot hold the tide, The earth beneath the fields will pull us to its side, We'll all go under — all that's left is watching from the shore The lighthouse standing stoic, losing stones it bore Through centuries of weather, crumbling evermore, And all that's left for us Is to accept it