Mae

Love,
It's the wave I ride,
that won't ever reach the shore.
Overwhelmed by the tide
and wanting nothing more, tonight.
Than to take this time
and make it all mine.
It's coming around again.
every now and again sometimes,
I get lost on the wind of a dream.
The air gets clean and the seas get wide.
And I can do anything.
The pain it won't even cross my mind.
There is wonder in everything.
The rope gets loose and the chains unbind.
And I can do anything.
Hope,
It's the light that strikes,
that burns inside of me.
It's a blinding light,
but somehow I can see, again.
When I've lost my way.
It's becoming very clear.
And it's coming around again.
Every now and again sometime,
I get lost on the wind of a dream.