Something New

The sky is turning grey as ash

Alone she stalks in a hood of gold

I feel like I’m forming into something new

The ships roll by with tattered sails

With sailors blinded, mute and tied

The weavers twist the spider webs of time

I feel I’m forming into something new

The waves they turn a shade of crystal blue

The ripples whirl, the tornado twists

Ships hit and splinter into bits

The ocean forming into something new

Deckmen claw with their fingertips

As the waves crash down upon their ships

Something gone, something comes that’s new

I feel I’m forming into something new

The waves have gone a shade of crystal blue

I feel I’m forming into something new

The waves have gone a shade of crystal blue

Crystal blue

Crystal blue

Crystal blue