The story of a wave

No! It is not enough that the waves pass by the shore..
The open arms of my surf forever come back for more..
I don't want to see what the blue horizon has in store..
My realm seems to end, right here, at your door..

Deafening roar I may, But, I cant speak out a word..
The tempest in my mind.. has my speech slurred..
The sigh in every storm..is still echoing unheard..
The Life in waiting of death..the gap is all too blurred..

Perhaps this time, My Shore, the tide wont pull us apart..
Perhaps this time, My Earth, I won't trample your heart..
May be If I hold on to you..I can redo from the start..
I cling to your loose sands... while once again, I depart..