Waves (Inspired By The Song) By Ellie Prouse

There is a storm and I am in the middle of the storm. It takes control. The person I thought I was turns out that's not who I am. The boy I used to know said he will always be here but why did he lie. But when I see a light in the dark and I feel its warmth. In my hands, I feel my heart but I'm not holding it.

It comes and goes in waves. It always does. I watch as young heart fades. Into the flood. The freedom of falling. The feeling I thought would set as stone. It slips through my fingers. I'm trying so hard to let go. It comes and goes in waves and carries us away.

Through the wind. Down to the place we use to lay when we were kids. Memories, of a stolen place. Caught in the silence and an echo lost in space.

It comes and goes in waves. It always does. I watch as not mine but young heart fades. Into the flood. The freedom, of falling. A feeling that I was set to stone. It slips through my fingers. I'm trying hard but its too hard too let go. It comes and goes in waves and carries us away.

I watch my wild youth. Disappear in front of my eyes. I thought I had moments of magic and I would always wonder but it seems so hard to find. Is it ever coming back again? Just take me back to the feeling when everything was easy to leave behind.

It comes and goes in waves. It always does. The freedom of falling. A feeling that when I'm falling I could set as stone. It slips through my fingers but is it that hard to let everything go? I guess we need to see because when it comes and goes in waves we will know it will carries us away.