The Ocean
Balogh Efraim I L M Edwin, Molnár György, Várszegi Gábor
The wind blows on the long shore.
The sand glows in the sun.
My eyes drawn to the ocean.
Now I’m the only one.
A ship sails into the distance.
I watch her as she fades.
I’m listening in the silence
to the whisper of the waves.
The ocean tells a thousand tales,
but one word lingers on.
It fills me, running through my veins.
Freedom.
Freedom.
Secrets under the water.
Future in the past.
Ages long forgotten.
This world won’t be the last.
The night falls on the long shore.
My footprint in the sand.
Soon they will be washed away.
No marks. I understand.
The ocean tells a thousand tales,
but one word lingers on.
It fills me, running through my veins.
Freedom.
Freedom.
