the smiling soul

And I held the breath inside my lungs for days And I saw myself as one of many waves And when I knew I'd become the ocean's slave I just stayed And we carried far with all the waters past Of the waves I was not first I was not last And if we saw a boat afloat we took the mast So fast There's a part of it, that I'll miss At the heart of it, your cold kiss From the start of it, I know this Always a part of it And before too long the waves grew out of hand And they worked to keep the sea at their command And the only thing they feared it seemed the sand And dry land From the water there was born a bright blue roar As it rolled and formed and calmed the ocean's floor And it finally rose and broke upon the shore No more ~ Waves | Bahamas