I stood there under the stars,
where the night sky meets the ocean,
the angry waves crushing against my body;
time, space, frozen.

My hideaway, my element,
keeping me safe and sane.
Why do I need to come here
Again and again and again?

Here I stay, this time
I'm not going back.
I came to ask the questions,
I need to ask.

'We are just the victims
of connected circumstances,' he said.
What he meant exactly,
I finally understand.

But I'm so tired of being a plaything
in the hands of the great universe.
Is it ever going to be better
or just going from bad to worse?

If I start over again,
Is it really worth the fight?
I've lost count of just
how many times I have tried.

It would be so much easier
to let the waves swallow me up.
And it's not intentional, but
my knees just give up.

You saw me fall
and you held out your hand,
but I stayed down,
down in the sand.

I don't need your pity,
I don't need your help.
There is only one person who can save me:
Myself.

You try to say something
But your language, I don't understand.
You need to step back.
I don't need your hand.

You are really cute, but darling,
you have to believe me.
I'm beyond saving,
and you just need to leave me.

One day I will rise and fly away,
but now I just need to rest,
so there I stay kneeling
in the water and sand.