These winds they crash into the sea that I have made into myself
Water salted, pulled and pushed to form the waves of all my limbs
I've died a thousand times before, drowned solely by my own accord
To hit the sand with every strength and force behind my every bone
Only to erode the grains of all the sand and stone I've stole
Not for crystals to be formed or treasures to be left behind
But to take what I have lost in burning wounds beyond my mind
To try and mend myself
To be the one I long to be