Acretongue Origin
Through you, blows a wind that whispers to you
Hints to, hidden rocks waiting beneath you
See through, all the shipwrecks in her deep blue
Pulls you, right back to a place you once knew
Haunts you, like a ghost searching for the truth
Warns you, as her siren song calls you
Defining winds
The siren sings
A shift within
New discipline
A second skin
An origin
That marks the point of no return
Would you, stay on course at all if you knew?
Could you, change your ways at all if you knew?
That you might never reach shores you pursue
Redefine
Whatever change stays mine
Forever
Redefine
The change inside stays mine
Forever
Refining winds
As change sets in
A shift within
New discipline
A second skin
An origin
That marks the point where you begin