When trouble looms and I feel so weak
And sorrow fills me so I cannot speak
I see the havoc that my actions wreak
My soul is heavy and my spirit meek
It is the sea I seek
This and that appears to trouble me
I am not exactly who I want to be
It all conspires, to some degree
To leave me wanting in my reverie
I leave it to the sea
It's our reason to be
It has joined you.... and me
Forever, set free