To the sea I go
with my worries in tow
and my chest all tied in a knot.
Into the sea I go
where the waves crash low
and the salt air is healing and hot.
Slowly my chest decompresses
letting go of my stresses
and the future’s not as scary as I thought.
To the sea I will go
when my spirit sinks low
even only if it’s just in my mind;
For the sea I know
will heal me when I go,
a magic waiting for me always to find.