The Roaring, Raging Sea


When my soul is troubled and I feel the need to flee.
A roaring, raging wind always drives to the sea.
The bigger the tumult, the bigger the waves smashing toil.
It's the only thing on earth that makes sense
It calms my hurting soul.

When the storm is over and the sea ceases from toil.
I'll go back to my life anew, as if born afresh again from the soil.
One day again, I'm sure, the roaring, raging wind
will drive me back to the sea.
If you find I seem troubled and want to console me
just leave me for a bit,
until I'm calmed once again by the roaring, raging sea.

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