The ebb and flow conjuring
anything I need,
anything I wish.
´Cause I have the mind of a constant solstice,
turning around,
making it taller.
The ebb and flow of the feelings within,
are such a gift
and such a sin.
What could I do, other than to live?
I ask you,
and I ask myself.
´Cause the ebb and flow keeps growing further,
it teaches us to live in service.
Service of God,
and for all that´s good,
A choice to be made,
I know I would.
