The ocean so vast, can not see (the) skyline. Sun’s burning hot and the sea’s dead calm. Traces of pain, flashes of fear. Could it all have been true. (a) Tiny wave send by God. Build up into a wall.
Words Keranen. Music Keranen. In my dream I was in a valley. By waters clear as ice. Trees and mountains that surround me. Nothing so beautiful have I ever seen. Can a place like this these days still