There is a rush in the tide as the storm breaks through to land
Knowing what you have done and how blind you are to it
How you’d hurt him without knowing what is going on
How you still call me sick
Your words break like waves upon the shore
You don’t control me
The air roars and the rain clatters
Little do you know that I’m more powerful than anything you can summon
I am a master of my own ship
The sea belongs to me
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