The Roar

It was the roar that found me
A thousand jets sailing that carried me

It was the rush that repaired me
A conforming hand that surrounded me

Then it dawned on me
The sun rose certainly

It was the Ocean
And I lost myself floating away

It was the sparkling blue that answered me
A prism of light that fed me

It was the Ocean
I let myself float away

And as the sun rose certainly
it suddenly dawned on me
to open my shades
and let the light shine in.