White Pearl, Black Oceans (Part II: By The Grace Of The Ocean)

Once I felt the embrace of the sea
Loved me, held me
Once I felt so despised by eternity
Fall upon me…
It's upon me.

The waves are high above me
This'd be my home
Deep in the sea.

Oh pain, float like a flower
The darkest sea refusing me.

Music of the seven gentle tides
Fade, in distance
Darkness was a friend, leaden the candle light
Slowly healing for a fortnight
I'm alive.

Memories
I used to have a home in the light
But the meaning's still escaping me
All 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 light
The life he can't remember anymore
Every night he sees the white barque in a dream
Every night adds colours to the memory.

Guiding star above the shallow sea
The grave of angels
Beacon for the ones who need to seize the night
For the last time, all onboard the
White Pearl.

All onboard for the very last time
Close your eyes, oh calamity
Feel their pain for the very first time
See myself in a dream.

There was a lady who was saved from the ocean
Without a name to tell, afraid to stay.

She left, the leaves were umber
My only hope, she's the one I have dreamt of
Follow my feelings, in her wake.

I've become a true blight
I huddle in the daylight
Banished by my townsmen
With blood in my hands.

Gallop across the moorlands
On a branded steed I'd stolen
Building my own gallows
Grave shallowed for a thief.

Across the isle with the horse I ride
Close my eyes, oh calamity
Feel this pain for the very first time
I see her eyes, like a dream.

I found the lady who was saved from the ocean
Without a name to tell, afraid to stay
She left, the leaves were umber
I 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 thunder
We ponder, if our dreams we're all handed
Only by the grace of the sea.

Memories, I used to have a home in The Light
Now we keep the far-side of the sea
And the joy we knew is still alive, trees so green
A New Face, The Beauty and the brand new me.

The music of my chosen gentle tide.

Turned into a story on the other side
A lone note in a lone vial
“We are alive”.