The ocean is crying into the cold night.
The wind sings a song of sorrow.
The horizon is fettered by darkening clouds,
While offering hope of tomorrow.
The ocean is sighing her slow sigh.
The night is all starry eyed.
The road is beckoning to all who will listen,
And searching for a soul to confide.
The lighting can not find a resting place.
The thunder can not hush his cry.
For they are all searching for better things,
And they hurt with each new time they try.
The water is running toward the sunrise.
The buildings show cold against sky.
And when all is deathly silent…
I can still hear the ocean cry.