Waves are full of ashes,
Soul and grays,
Are all trap in the blue.

Wishing to go to heaven,
Reaching the sky as possible,
As the waves ascend its vibrate.

Others have lost faith,
While others are still hoping,
Hesitating to fight another round.

Regreting they were thrown in sea,
That were thrown by their families,
Yet they are clueless to the life in between.

Others that doesn't lose faith,
Was been helped by the waves.

To these people's desire,
Was to yearn and to aim,
To go to the heaven up above.