smooth sailing through tidal waves prevailing
mountainous and thunderous
the roar of walls of water crashing

in the crashing of the waves
i stand silently

with a teardrop falling i spread my arms
ive been ready for this storm
i dont need tricks, luck or charms
to know this wild wall will unform

its been fortold
so i stand forlorn
with pasty parchment
written in cuniform

i burn
with twin eyes aflame
i stand all the same
in the crashing of the waves