The Life of a Wave

I wake beneath the silver dawn, already drifting free,

The wind hums soft directions as it carries me.

No path to choose, no weight to hold, just rolling with the blue,

A quiet life of motion where each moment feels brand new.

I rise and fall in rhythm with the breathing of the sea,

Each crest a gentle promise of who I can be.

No walls to press against me, no roots to tie me down,

Just endless shifting currents as I wander all around.

(Chorus)

I am the wave, forever on the run,

Dancing with the moonlight, chasing after sun.

No place to belong, yet I belong everywhere,

In the arms of the ocean, carried without care.

I travel far on open tides where no shore calls my name.

The horizon sis my companion, it always stays the same.

No need for maps or markers, no reason left to stay,

For every mile I wander brings another peaceful day.

At times I kiss the waiting sand and feel the solid ground.

A fleeting touch of stillness where a different life is found.

But land feels still and heavy, like a story standing still,

While I am made for motion, shaped by tide and by will.

(Chorus)

I am the wave, forever on the run,

Dancing with the moonlight, chasing after sun.

No place to belong, yet I belong everywhere,

In the arms of the ocean, carried without care.

So I retreat with grateful ease back to the open blue,

Freedom sings in every swell where I travel through.

For though I greet the shoreline, I was never meant to stay,

My soul belongs to endless tides that carry me away.

(Bridge)

And though the land may call me close with steady ground below,

It cannot match the quiet peace of tides that gently flow.

For stillness has no song for me, no rhythm I can keep,

My heart is in the calling of the vast and endless deep.

(Chorus)

I am the wave, forever on the run,

Dancing with the moonlight, chasing after sun.

No place to belong, yet I belong everywhere,

In the arms of the ocean, carried without care.

I am the wave, I never need the shore,

Freedom in the motion keeps me wanting more.

Touching land but knowing I was born to roam,

The endless rolling sea will always be my home.