The Time and tide flowing
against the human soul,
the wind and trees blowing
as I take a morning stroll.
The hope I had for you and me
has forever been washed away,
the midnight storm took it to sea
and gone is the passion of that day…
Yet now the rain has stopped
and the sun is shining above
as my umbrella is dropped
By the flight of a morning dove…
Now gazing up towards the sky I wonder,
if time and tide is really against me
and trying to tear us asunder?
or is time there to keep us steady as a tree
and the tide there to carry us to our destiny…?