My Calm, Your Storm

Seven years on the seven seas the winds have ceased all is well at ease there's no tempest to attack me Afloat on the boat of mediocrity way back when you first called me, at peace with you i'd always be but now it's empty methodology, a fin white tomb that no one sees Ohh I am perishing, in the grey of faith and form Arise, rebuke my content, and my peace, make my calm your storm I want to navigate out of this lukewarm sea into the stream of reality Let the waves through their threats as me Makes me hold on more tightly I want to set my sails free Discontent with what will bw will be I want to kill this thief that steals Kill my self, the pharisee