We put a man on the moon
before setting foot on the ocean floor.
These breezes come off the sea
whispering to me the secrets of sailors
lost beneath its skin
these prayers will remain unanswered
if its just me beneath my skin.
Winds shift direction
I never know which window the wind will come in
these prayers will not wait to be answered
if it’s not just me beneath my skin
and all my prayers I’ve bottled away
I’ll toss into the bay
and see which way
the tide strays
and where my soul ventures in.