Neruda found peace by the ocean, Today I’m gonna do the same Watching the waves come in with their different stories One by one they line up like wounded soldiers Travelling miles against the tide To find dry land was like a cool drink of water Rising high reach for the Sun To help me find my roots
Help me to see beyond my needs My joy your pain, good sun bad rain No feet to dance, then dance on hands Black as the night, white as the light