Crazy sea

When I look at the sea I just see me,

me all alone with the raging sea.

The raging, beautiful, sea.

It makes me think of what I have done.

What I did when I was young. 

I would go to the sea, yes, that was me. 

When I was young I would go to the sea. 

The raging, beautiful, crazy sea. 

Then when I grew up I thought it was muck

because of what happend to me. 

The raging, beatiful, crazy, destructive sea. 

And now I am back and the sea is black and

I think of what happend to me. 

Was it the water's or my own fault ?

When I think of what happened to me

when I look at the watery sea.