At one time, this ocean was knee deep
Times have changed, the water without sleep
Needlessly emptying into the earth's beauty
Nourishing gently, the curves of her face that's turning
Slowly, less dependant on the clouds nurturing
Self fulfillment now, doesn't feed from the wind or current
Conceived from a drop, a tear that was worthless
Stop and look now, at the ocean, she's perfect
