I love the sky,
The ocean,
The waves,
I love that they can be,
They can be whatever they’re meant to be.
I wish I was the Sky,
I wish I was the ocean,
The waves,
I wish I could be,
I wish I could be whatever I was meant to be.
Of course no one ever knows,
Never knows what they were destined for,
But I do know,
I wasn\'t supposed to be stranded by the shore.
Some things,
Or some people,
They get held back,
Like a river and a dam,
Some never get to be free,
Some never get to create a tide,
Never get to be a wave,
The wave that crashes in the deep.
Yet some get released after while,
But they are never the same,
What happens when the dam breaks?
You get a big tidal wave,
Unless you release it calmly and with guidance,
It will destroy.
You wonder why people are bad,
Why they hurt and cause pain,
They do what they are taught,
What people have cause them to think,
Most don\'t know they’re wrong,
When they find out they think it\'s too late,
‘Cause how can you recover from a tidal wave?
You can spread love,
Lend a helping hand,
Rebuild what was there,
And learn how others care,
It may be hard,
And some may never recover,
But water doesn\'t lose its beauty,
Just because it was stuck for a while.