.. Ashes On the Tide

The rocks they receive you, contain you, believe you The wind to surprise you that suffers and sighs you It's easy for you to just crash on the shore but what about me? I can't swim anymore. Shall I be the cliffs that applaud every wave? The wind would be stronger and wilder and brave We should have discussed it, made some kind of motion before you became a big thing like the ocean If you will be there through the day and the night shall I be the sky or the sun shining bright? The wind or the rocks or the shells on the shore? The caverns below or the dark oceans' floor? We always decided our future together no matter the wind or the rain or the weather- You shouldn't have chosen and left me to stand, high and dry on a cliff - all alone on the land...