GHOSTS IN THE TIDE

I hear the coast breathing like a low drum

I plant my feet where the cold foam runs

My name is an echo and it will not hide

I keep hearing ghosts in the tide

I chased a light and it slipped through my hands

I drew a line but it washed out of the sand

Every bruise on my heart is a compass inside

I keep hearing ghosts in the tide

Salt on my lips and the past in my eyes

I learned to be calm while the water still lies

If waves are a mirror then I cannot divide

I stand with the ghosts in the tide

I carry the weight like a wet denim coat

I learned how to float when I could not float

I speak to the boy that I buried alive

I say take what you need and survive

I map every scar like a shoreline at night

I turn every no to a flicker of light

I bend but I do not break when I'm tried

I train with the ghosts in the tide

Breathe in the dark till the lungs feel wide

Hold through the pull of the undertow ride

Count to ten while the doubts subside

Step forward again with the tide

I chased a light and it slipped through my hands

I drew a line but it washed out of the sand

Every bruise on my heart is a compass inside

I keep hearing ghosts in the tide

Low battery spirit but the charge comes slow

I tether my soul where the trade winds blow

If peace is a rhythm then I learn that time

Till the meter of the sea sets mine

If the water could speak it would say be kind

Let the old you fade like a print behind

When the next wave comes you will not divide

You will move with the ghosts in the tide

I hear the coast breathing like a low drum

I plant my feet where the cold foam runs

My name is an echo that refuses to hide

I make peace with the ghosts in the tide

I make peace with the ghosts in the tide