Tsunami Riding

Wasted years, all gone and past trying to catch up for time lost being juvenile No time for regret, resentments have no place Growing older burning the candle from both ends my life is passing way to fast, friends come and go, asking 'how's life' do you really want to know or just making grace a rushing ocean with lifes ups and downs the current rushing too many journeys on one path can't slow down, don't dare look back. I'm in the moment on the crest, Tsunami riding