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With rising and with falling tides,

The mind is pushed beyond.

As the first quarter twists its face

And a half moon’s glory becomes,

I bow down low to its grace.

As my pride is made non-existent,

As black is to white, so the distance grows

I see your face, although you are a world away.

All the light that shines through her eyes,

The power unleashed upon this earth.

With the rising of tides, and falling cries,

The mind is pushed beyond.

I Pray to the moon when it’s round,

And all my lack shall be abound,

Forever holding peace in time,

My body deep within

Through your jealous eyes, I’ve lived my life in vain.

You dominate my world, your power engulfs me,

Through your jealous eyes, you created living hell.

You oppress my only thoughts, forbidding my existence.

All that I have searched for, but never could be found

Now lie in the sea, or on this solid ground.

My body laid to rest, forever holding peace.

My spirit roams above, alone upon this earth.

Every day I lived, beneath your tyrant rule.

You submit me to punishment, condemning me a fool.

Through those jealous eyes, you’ve made me one of them.

To fall from my religion, and end my faith in you.