The Tide comes and sweeps my sorrows away
Only to unleash the grip of thoughts gone astray
How do i escape my own mind?
Do i pray?
Who is listening? What, in me, do i need to find?
Is someone coming to my rescue?
Or, to a well thought out belief, have i become prey
Sorrow joy pain conflict love fame
All a facade to our hidden shame
Everything is temporal
Like a Tide rolling back only to once again hit harder
All we could do is find self-control