White Pearl, Black Oceans (Part II, By The Grace of The Ocean)
Once I felt the embrace of the seaLoved me, held me,Once I felt so despised by eternityFall upon meIt’s upon me
The waves are high above meThis'd be my homeDeep in the sea
Oh pain, float like a flowerThe darkest sea refusing me
Music of the seven gentle tidesFade, in distanceDarkness was a friend, leaden the candle lightSlowly healing for a fortnightI’m alive…
Memories;I used to have a home in the lightBut the meaning’s still escaping meAll the joy was gone along the barque, with the name…There’s a face, my story in the deep dark sea…
Memories, he used to have a home in the lightThe life he can’t remember anymoreEvery night he sees the white barque in a dreamEvery night adds colours to the memory…
Guiding star above the shallow seaThe grave of angelsBeacon for the ones who need to seize the nightFor the last time, all onboard theWhite Pearl…
All onboard for the very last timeClose your eyes, oh calamityFeel their pain for the very first timeSee myself in a dream
There was a lady who was saved from the oceanWithout a name to tell, afraid to stay,
She left, the leaves were umberMy only hope, she’s the one I have dreamt ofFollow my feelings, in her wake
I’ve become a true blightI huddle in the daylightBanished by my townsmenWith blood in my hands
Gallop across the moorlandsOn a branded steed I’d stolenBuilding my own gallowsGrave shallowed for a thief
Across the isle with the horse I rideClose my eyes, oh calamityFeel this pain for the very first timeI see her eyes, like a dream
I found the lady who was saved from the oceanWithout a name to tell, afraid to stay,She left, the leaves were umberI wonder, if she’s the one I had dreamt of…Feelings get stronger in her wake
Without names to tell, afraid to stay,We left, in rain and thunderWe ponder, if our dreams we’re all handedOnly by the grace of the sea
Memories, I used to have a home in the LightNow we keep the far-side of the seaAnd the joy we knew is still alive, trees so greenA New Face, The Beauty and the brand new me…
The music of my chosen gentle tide…
Turned into a story on the other sideA lone note in a lone vial"We are alive"