The cold breeze of
who I am meant to be
moves the waves of destiny
onto the sandy beaches of tomorrow
But who blows these wicked winds?
is he a deity working towards a plan for me?
or rather the gravity of my own
will to be free
Possibly it is society that holds the
wheel to mental prosperity
none, the sinner nor the saved
hold moral superiority
Can it be that nobody
God, or you and me
have ability over this salty sea