Sunday Morning

I am the sorrow's sunday morning
I am withering within and without
I am burning down my nature
I am shedding off my doubt
I am closing up the windows
I am barring tight the door
I am holding in these spirits
I am drowning on the shore

drifting out with the tide
and I know it
and I know it
and I know the way back home

I am inside a silent moment
floating feathers in the air
feel the sand beneath my being
smell the ocean in the air
you can hear the ocean calling
tide water pulling out my floor
falling under falling under
being swept out by the roar