The wind is lashing the waves
Hurling toward the land on which I stand
Live as the sea or be consumed
By the ethereal silence
The echoes of this wind hurtled
From the remains of Atlantis
Scattered hope to bring forth
The disposition of faith
I HAVE NO FAITH
This is where I fucking stand
I want you out my life
My clouds have a silver lining
They destroy by the tide of change
And I will find order
The storm kept me company
And now the calm after
Has left me on my own
I wade through this storm we call life
But the seas wait for me