You may fall and rise with the tide, one with the sea,
But I stand in the middle of the squall, screaming for peace.
Crying for constancy.
Striving for security.
And it’s just like what you said it would be.
I like to pretend sometimes that I’m you, and you’re me.
You couldn’t take it, not for a second.
You’d shrivel up and blow away in the wind.
You’d float past the sea with all my unread love letters.
Water, tear, and blood stained words, jumping off the pages, screaming out in anguish.
Yelling into the salty spray, “The moon is overpowering the sun!”
Harmony is lost. The earth envelops the sky.
But don’t worry, that’s not a game we will play.
That’s not a switch to be tampered with.
For in the midst of this tempest I stand still.
I do not waver, I do not break.
It may thrash at my hair and beat at my skin.
But indestructible I stand.
As long as you are the one with the storm in your hands,
As long as you control the sun and the moon,
I’ll stand.
I’ll stand here forever until the sea is at peace,
If it is never found, and my body has broken, I will become one with the depths.
Drown in tears, or sweat, whichever has won,
It has no importance.
But I’ll stand, I’ll stand until that day,
Until the tide has taken me away.