Waves

Waves drifting on the sea, Like a sweet flowing melody; I hear the murmurs of waves, Pictures from seafloor graves. A fairy tale I don't know, In the tiding and its flow; The echoes of oceans before, Enlightenments, I'm not sure. Oh the sun touches the sea, The one that sails inside of me; Oh the sun touches the sea And lets me fly like a bird free. Sail ahead of the hour, Onto the formatting ocean; Where the blue wave bower, Like a mirror of motion. Fairy tales are for a reason, Like the world we live in; They're different each season, Like the worlds afar within. Oh the sun touches the sea, The one that sails inside of me; Oh the sun touches the sea And lets me fly like a bird free. Eternally on and on When we sail imaginary free There are vastly things for fun For travelers there to see. Waves drifting on the sea, Like a sweet flowing melody; I hear the murmurs of waves, Pictures from seafloor graves.