Rise of the tides
breaking the hush,
far in the distance it's heard.
Watery eyes, feelings disturbed
face the troubled waters.
Soaking the earth, kissing the sand,
your feelings seem to overflow.
Running in streams, out of control.
A wave is on its way,
it will collide against your soul.
When your fears are all tumbling in disorder
in the ocean of new emotions.
In the rage of the waters,
wild surging, transformations.
Moulding our lives,
it's the age of the waters
stirring up the patterns of our minds.
So long it took me to learn,
surging waves can take all your hope.
But when the torment ends, comes the calm.
There's no reason to despair, no!
In the rage of the waters,
wild surging, transformations.
Moulding our lives,
it's the age of the waters
stirring up the patterns of our minds.
In the rage of the waters,
where the tides are turning,
feelings are running,
moulding our lives.
It's the age of the waters,
boiling the fears we've kept inside,
changing the direction of mankind.
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