Millions of words
Flowing through time
To save us from drowning
In our deep ocean of sorrow
So damp and so blue
So hollow and cold
The vast darkness inside
Could swallow us whole
As the sea starts to turn
From ocean blue to smoke grey
The bitter sweet tears
Starts to flow to the graves
Again the ocean will turn
From smoke grey to blood red
As some of us drown
The graves are then beds
The waters turn calm
The skies turn clear
As our bodies spiral down
On the soft ocean ground
We who are still hanging on
Will wait till the sea is calm
We are lost and afraid
As we start to shed tears
Then the cold harsh winds
Of strong words start to blow
And help us to grow
They will calm the angry sea
And give us some peace
They will lend us strong hands
And pull us our with great strength