Morning Tide

Dreams and nightmares swirl like a hurricane
Stormy weather, wind, thunder, and rain
But when the morning tide comes
So does the sound of sweet bird hums

Futons shipping late, Vendors unloyal
Customers irate, Problems brew and boil
But when the morning sun rises
The boat carrying the load capsizes

All I can think of is where our future lies
Whether our dreams will allow us to reach the skies
But when the morning tide fairs
I turn with faith to Him and sing prayers