The waves I wish could hear me out,
Could listen to my desires,
Could let me do what I wish could be true.
A sorrow maybe to be taken away,
The mass of the sea to crush thoughts of you out,
For you are already gone.
My wish to end this sorrow,
To be taken by the ocean.
My wish to end this sorrow,
Will this ever leave?
No, it will follow me,
To the ends of the Earth,
To the depths of the ocean,
To the heights of the skies.
My final wish will happen with the power or the ocean;
The raw power of a dreading wave.
My final breath will be crush by the mass of the sea.
But I am not perfect, nobody is.
I listen to the waves crashing against the shore,
And all I can really hear is your voice
In the endless song of the ocean.