See how high these tides are
They want to drown me as soon as they can
Then I remember I was like a big man
Floating in an ocean finding no land
Every line has been entangled
And all I could see is unknown and undone
These terrible terrible nothing I see
Consuming all my tranquility
When every brick of my temple
Losses its grip to endure a little longer
When every watchtower of my temple
Losses its power to fortify a little longer
Remind me of yours
Where every wall is made up of stones
They withstand the raging waves
They keep everything inside safe
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