There is this weight on me, That is getting harder to ignore It anchors me down to the same place, It tethers me to this heavy shore.
I'm trapped, and it becomes a damning spell To explain what I see at the foot of the swell For the once majestic riding wave Is vanquished to the bitter foam at my feet The shore breathes bare the barren ambitions of the weak.
But I can see what once lingered Somewhere near the horizon, I see I see the gulls bathe in The hues of the sun before the sea
I can see the waters before They turned into slaves of this dark spitting night And it is becoming harder to ignore The life I have; when all I see Is the life before. Before I was tethered to this heavy shore.