A bleak life, leaving those horrible and small murmurs of hope
Heart and soul, just mere cold and fading stones, full
Full of mock anticipation
Anticipation of what you were to become
A sea of lost hopes
From the Evermore Tides

Oh, the shores and tides
You wish, wish to ever ride
But no hymn to be sung, sung for that fallen time
And no glory in them risen
Risen for the love
From the Evermore Tides

What a despicable thing they,
They who are in hate and vain,
Have created out of you, a phantom of your potential
Not ghost nor spirit, yet far from pure mortal
You are becoming, with each cresting wave
From the Evermore Tides

The sun! The warming glow you are to never see again
Staining. Staining the waters the wicked shade of red
The blood of a life just of losing, tainted, tainted the waters
From the Evermore Tides

Beaten, broken, gone from now on
Letting the violent waters eclipse you
The sun now forever gone, gone
From the Evermore Tides

A watery fate, has found you
The hymn and tribute now sung
And now you rest, lost at sea,
The sea which created from heart
Which was made
From the Evermore Tides