The waves are roaring, they crash on the stone,
my breath runs deep, my heart feels so heavy.
The sea cries loud, it demands I atone,
but I fight even more, I fight so steady.

The spray, it lashes, and breaks me free,
it tears through the chains, leaves the past behind.
One final cry, let the past cease to be,
the storm reveals paths where new hope I find.

So I sink down, as my strength fades away,
my soul listens close to what chaos may bring.
The sea cries loud, yet I hear its pray,
and within the storm, I am one with the spray.