The last memory I had was being on a boat sailing on a lovely canal,
with Christmas lights wrapped around the wooden rows.
I had to securely tape the power supply I made specially for this night.
I owe you one. I owe you this. You and me, just letting things be.
The next thing I knew is that we’re in the middle of this angry ocean,
beating us like we spilled oil in one of its waters.
No boat was anchored meters away.
No airplanes that I hear of. How did we get here, my love?
If not for this rocky fortress, I would assume we were doomed —
Lungs filled with saltwater, our struggles we would eternally curse.
Remember though that for as long as we breathe the same salty air,
No wave is a maverick — ’cause we’d surf over them.
Tomorrow might be a nightmare. A future with a sink hole.
A Yolanda fiercer than ever. An oceanic beast.
Invincible, we may not be, but let our love shine to the Almighty
that He’ll calm all storms and let us be in paradise.