The sky is my ocean, 
The wind is the waves.
A sweet-smelling commotion,
Away from Earth's slaves.
The sun in the morn,
The moon in the eve.
Though fire doth scorn,
The water shall ease.
The wind is the waves.
A sweet-smelling commotion,
Away from Earth's slaves.
The sun in the morn,
The moon in the eve.
Though fire doth scorn,
The water shall ease.