Oceans

Voices of sirens, they are calling him homeHe is an old man and he's breaking the wavesFeeling the breeze of Mother Nature insideNow he is here to find the sense of it allJust like a pilgrim, he is searching for godTouching the surface with his wounded, cold handsRemember him, breathing the stormBlessing of time is comingOld man'Deep in the sea, I'll find my peaceI feel the freedom and I'm on my own wayTo reach the holy shoreI'll throw my sins into the seaAnd no one sees what I have seenThis is my aimTo feel the freedom and the harmony”Watching the water in the light of the moonHe's navigating through the stormsReaching the shore, the foreign landTouch of a new dimensionOld man'Deep in the sea, I'll find my peaceI feel the freedom and I'm on my own wayTo reach the holy shoreI'll throw my sins into the seaAnd no one sees what I have seenThis is my aimTo feel the freedom and the harmony”