As paint chips and bleeds from two decades
Still rusted dull nails remain strong
I cling tightly to a rock -- the rock
The only hope for my salvation
As I breath in the pureness from the ocean that surrounds me
I realize the reason for my being culminates into a symphony
Yet a mockery of the one thing that's kept me well
Even now I take in the life of the ocean smell
And sing praises to the King who in my defiance
Denies me not as time does the tide
Forever lost on the shore
I want to be more like the one who shaped me
More than I ever thought I could be
Still I know in my ascension the purity will fade
Taken by the suffocation of a fresh coat of paint
