The sun, the air, the faithful crashing of waves
carefree comforted knowing eyes watched over me
even now I taste the salt on my lips being dried from the sun
an ocean limitless, taking me back to better days
seem so far away.

Somehow, somewhere I lost a part of me
got caught up in this twisted place and lost simplicity
the things I've seen have tainted everything
I think I gave up living

When life is stained can it be cleaned?
Want to know...if I can
set aright a life that's gone so wrong
in a way, start again.
If not what is left?

I can do it on my own, I could long ago
I'm sure that I've tried
the sun, the air, the faithful crashing waves
remind me of a child that I'd love to be again
only now finding comfort and peace
in trusting a God even more that I might see
and even more than better days to trust again