Tides of Tomorrow

The ocean calls me out, to where the sky meets the blue.

Waves crash like memories, still pulling me through. In the quiet

of the morning, there's a hope I can't deny. Chasing dreams in the distance,

where the sun begins to rise. Tides of tomorrow, they pull me along.

Through the storms and the silence, I'll stay strong. The future's a canvas,

painting in the sky. With every wave, I'm learning to fly.

The stars fade away, as the day turns to night. But I'm walking

toward the dawn, with a soul full of light. Each step feels like a promise,