white pearl, black oceans (part ii: by the grace of the ocean)

once i felt the embrace of the sea

loved me

held me

once i felt so despised by eternity

fall upon me. it's upon me. the waves are high above me

this'd be my home

deep in the sea

oh pain

float like a flower

the darkest sea refusing me. music of the seven gentle tides

fade

in distance

darkness was a friend

leaden the candle light

slowly healing for a fortnight

i'm alive. memories;

i used to have a home in the light

but the meaning's still escaping me

all the joy was gone along the barque

with the name. there's a face

my story in the deep dark sea. memories

he used to have a home in the light

the life he can't remember anymore

every night he sees the white barque in a dream

every night adds colours to the memory. guiding star above the shallow sea

the grave of angels

beacon for the ones who need to seize the night

for the last time

all onboard the

white pearl. all onboard for the very last time

close your eyes

oh calamity

feel their pain for the very first time

see myself in a dream

there was a lady who was saved from the ocean

without a name to tell

afraid to stay

she left

the leaves were umber

my only hope

she's the one i have dreamt of

follow my feelings

in her wake

i've become a true blight

i huddle in the daylight

banished by my townsmen

with blood in my hands

gallop across the moorlands

on a branded steed i'd stolen

building my own gallows

grave shallowed for a thief

across the isle with the horse i ride

close my eyes

oh calamity

feel this pain for the very first time

i see her eyes

like a dream

i found the lady who was saved from the ocean

without a name to tell

afraid to stay

she left

the leaves were umber

i wonder

if she's the one i had dreamt of. feelings get stronger in her wake

without names to tell

afraid to stay

we left

in rain and thunder

we ponder

if our dreams we're all handed

only by the grace of the sea

memories

i used to have a home in the light

now we keep the far-side of the sea

and the joy we knew is still alive

trees so green

a new face

the beauty and the brand new me. the music of my chosen gentle tide. turned into a story on the other side

a lone note in a lone vial

we are alive""