The ocean brings in and takes
away,
Today becomes yesterday,
yesterday another old day.
Tomorrow could really be any other day
dependent on the tides of change,
Brought our way.

Who knows what to expect
in ever changing tides,
We only find out what's brought to us
once the ocean subsides
And from the pieces we pick from the mess,
we've come to be wise.

New tides of water
you're all praying will be fresh,
Maybe this time around things could hurt a little less.
But what can you expect,
life is always like a mess.
Sometimes feeling like a wreck,
still from it we've come to survive,
Strive!
Pushing forward till we arrive
to perhaps better tides where sunrises arise.

So in these new tides
keep your feet to the ground
Finding your balance even when
standing in the mud.

These are the tides of change
the periodic change of levels.
Be brave even when everything is looking so strange.