Story Behind the Song
It doesn't matter what this song is; it matters that it is.
Lyrics
Lost like driftwood on the sea,
Feel the future's out of reach.
Lost like driftwood on the open tide,
Washed up and left upon the beach.
Ocean Child, hear the people call.
Feel the waves beneath your wings.
Ocean Child, head your mother cry;
Feel the sadness freedom brings.
Lost like letters on the open tide,
I write your name into the sands.
Lost like waves upon the crimson shore,
Freedom's slipping from your hands.
Ocean Child, hear the people call.
Feel the waves beneath your wings.
Ocean Child, head your mother cry;
Feel the sadness freedom brings.
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Alex Simpson
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