I expecting the wave although
As soon as the sky dipping its toe in it

For all the words I will save us too
I will leave here with not a wit

Melting down as pearls of water from st Michael’s cave
I reunite with the sea for which I will be suave

I come to weaken actions I yet have not commit
Summon my anger and yelling and spit


The salty moan it giving me more than you gave me blue