Tides Are High
Tides Are High
Waving, rocking
Welcome life_
Crashing, pulling
The tides are high
A hand reaches out
Towards the sky
Cups runneth over
Fluids delight
Such a fright
A sight_
Sore eyes
Waves beckon
Welcoming life_
Comforts limited
Unknowingly
despised
A hand reaches out
_as tides are high.