Waves are no match for a brick wall
They try to grow and stand tall but that wall makes those waves seem so small

The waves are attracted to the wall's hard exterior
Or maybe they are just used to feeling inferior
Maybe they want more

Spinning and spinning it all keeps going
The waves keep flowing
All they want is to keep growing

But they are stifled by that lock
By the brick who calls all the shots
By the wall that holds the waves in their spot

So what now?
What comes next?

The wall keeps standing
The waves keep churning
They keep yearning
Mindlessly flowing
All the while knowing
That the wall will keep them from growing

Maybe they both want to be free
To flow, to be alone, to grow, to be stone
Maybe it's freedom they both will never know

Because the wall stops it all