My soul Is sailing through the sea But the past is heavy and hides me The Past has crusted shells That hold Harsh thorns that I see around my soul The huge waves swallow me up Feels like I'm in the high waves' rolls Each barnacle cling and woke It's like I'm hiding from my soul Old Past let go And drop me into the sea I know these waves to set me free Gotta catch the tide The day to find For my living but you are dead Never look back, I strive ahead Gotta catch the drift of the tide Set me free to the days to find Soul wreck Now I gotta go with the wind To trace my path of The apple in the painting Structure of your soul