The Question

Amids the sea of love
my tyrant soul asks a question
the question! a mystery

navigating through the mist
the question becomes the answer

above me is the silent sky
where i can see your face
and beneath me is the crystal water
where i can see you smiling at me

i know i am near to the shores
but deep in my heart i know
i am far from shores of my life

now the turbulent sea waves asks the ship of destiny
'will he die?'
and the rustic sea breeze answers
'He will survive'