Textures - Reaching Home

The ocean wants me, never had to look underwater Has it been ruled, the never ending current pulls me through Waiting, waiting, I have been flowing since I was a boy Swimming, lightning, coming home, I am going home Wash it all away and I'm strong These eyes have grown, these eyes have shown Watching the horizon and hoping for the clouds to rise above the shore. The tide rises far above The sky fades into the sea The awareness slowly haves her way As night surely will find me This calm inside her womb As the skies are filled with shades of blue The watchers of time have have foretold That this life will find it's way back home Even a man who fights the cold Fears the depths of his own soul Under the stars that share as light Sinking slow and reaching home