LOUDER THAN THE SEA

Dark waves calling my name. Dark waves. Dark waves calling my name. Cold sea cuts the wooden frames. Storm-born winds begin to claim. Eyes ahead, no ground to stand. Only sky and broken land. Voices rise. "Turn back now." Fear speaks loud beneath the bow. But something deeper holds me still. A voice that bends against the will. Fear is real, I feel it rise. But I choose what it defines. The sea calls my name. And I answer louder. Fear is instinct, I don't surrender. The storm may break, but I stand prouder. I don't run. I go through the thunder. The sea calls my name. And I answer louder. Waves like mountains crash and burn. No safe path, no way to turn. Hands may shake, but grip the line. We are forged in this design. "Turn away" still echoes near. But I see through what they fear. Not the storm, not death, not pain. But the choice to break or remain. Fear will stay, it won't fade. But retreat is something made. The sea calls my name. And I answer louder. Fear is instinct, I don't surrender. The storm may break, but I stand prouder. I don't run. I go through the thunder. The sea calls my name. And I answer louder. Not To escape, not to survive, but to prove that I'm alive. The worthy don't avoid the storm. They walk through it and transform. The sea calls my name. And I answer louder. No turning back, no falling under. The storm may rise, I rise much higher. Through fear, through waves, through endless Thunder. The sea calls my name. And I answer louder. Storms still Rise, but so do We. Not Against. But through the sea.