Later then that
I would be the sea
I would wash upon each shore
Up and down
A salty crown
Foaming as every splash
Erupts into
Jubilee
Then fades off
As darkness, lost.
Later then that
I would be the sea
I would wash upon each shore
Up and down
A salty crown
Foaming as every splash
Erupts into
Jubilee
Then fades off
As darkness, lost.