On this cold night

Sitting by the ocean on this cold night,
Watching the mist grow to fog,
Thinking about the life I've lived so far,
Have I been living in heroism,
Or have I been living in idiotism?

Watching the ocean on this cold night,
Is there a way to survive this life without a fight?
Will I find redemption before my time is up,
Or will I be cast to the abyss filled with sin and sorrow?

Looking over the ocean on this cold night,
Have I lived my life righteously,
Or have I thought too many dark thoughts?
Tears come from time to time,
But I've been blessed with the ability to smile.

As I leave the ocean on this cold night,
I begin to realize I won't make it out alive,
Life always ends with death,
So why do we spend our life's feeling suppressed?

Looking back at the ocean on this cold night,
I notice that I can't help to smile,
But even though I smile,
I feel a melancholy feeling deep in side,
I've been blessed and cursed both at the same time.