The Feeling Inside "We Belong to the Tide"
The rhythm of surf becomes the rhythm of life as voices declare we belong to the tide, finding the courage to let go and feel truly alive.
Within Kai Mana, this song is one facet of love for Maui: gratitude, memory, longing, sensuality, reverence, playfulness, or release shaped for listeners who arrive with different moods and needs.
AlbumRadiance
Track8
Vocal PerformerLehua
Moodadventurous, soulful
Emotional Temperatureflowing
Narrative Roleoceanic union
Images the Song Carries
- rise rush glide
- surfing rhythm
- oceanic heart
- courage to let go
Lyrics and Hawaiian Gloss
Dawn patrol, the world is still
On Maalaea glass or Honolua chill.
I wax the board, I watch the set,
The ocean draws a deeper breath.
It’s not a fight, it’s a request
From the kai that knows me best.
To match my rhythm to its own,
On this liquid, shifting throne.
And the horizon line begins to climb…
I feel the pull of ancient time.
My heartbeat syncs to the coming swell…
A story that the sea will tell.
WE BELONG TO THE TIDE,
To the rise, and the rush, and the glide.
In that moment, hollow and deep,
Where the guarded heart learns to leap.
WE BELONG TO THE FLOW,
To the journey all souls know—
Letting go to be truly alive…
Oh, we belong to the tide.
The mountain lifts, the water curls,
A doorway to a different world.
Beneath the lip of emerald light,
There’s only balance, only flight.
A whisper from the kūpuna (ancestors) says,
“This is where your spirit prays.”
Not in a building, still and grand,
But here, on water, moved by hand.
And the wall of blue begins to rise…
A mirror to the boundless skies.
I offer up my quiet fear…
And find my ʻohana (family) here.
WE BELONG TO THE TIDE,
To the rise, and the rush, and the glide.
In that moment, hollow and deep,
Where the guarded heart learns to leap.
WE BELONG TO THE FLOW,
To the journey all souls know—
Letting go to be truly alive…
Oh, we belong to the tide.
Oh, we belong to the tide.
And when it’s over—board on sand,
Salt in my hair, earth on my hand—
I feel the rhythm linger on…
A mele (song) learned, a darkness gone.
For what the sea takes, it returns…
A fire within the spirit burns.
Not a master, but a part…
Of one great, beating, oceanic heart.
WE BELONG TO THE TIDE,
To the rise, and the rush, and the glide!
In that moment, hollow and deep,
Where the guarded heart learns to leap!
WE BELONG TO THE FLOW,
To the journey all souls know—
Letting go to be truly alive…
Oh, we belong…
Yes, we belong…
We belong
We belong to the tide.
To the tide…
On Maalaea glass or Honolua chill.
I wax the board, I watch the set,
The ocean draws a deeper breath.
It’s not a fight, it’s a request
From the kai that knows me best.
To match my rhythm to its own,
On this liquid, shifting throne.
And the horizon line begins to climb…
I feel the pull of ancient time.
My heartbeat syncs to the coming swell…
A story that the sea will tell.
WE BELONG TO THE TIDE,
To the rise, and the rush, and the glide.
In that moment, hollow and deep,
Where the guarded heart learns to leap.
WE BELONG TO THE FLOW,
To the journey all souls know—
Letting go to be truly alive…
Oh, we belong to the tide.
The mountain lifts, the water curls,
A doorway to a different world.
Beneath the lip of emerald light,
There’s only balance, only flight.
A whisper from the kūpuna (ancestors) says,
“This is where your spirit prays.”
Not in a building, still and grand,
But here, on water, moved by hand.
And the wall of blue begins to rise…
A mirror to the boundless skies.
I offer up my quiet fear…
And find my ʻohana (family) here.
WE BELONG TO THE TIDE,
To the rise, and the rush, and the glide.
In that moment, hollow and deep,
Where the guarded heart learns to leap.
WE BELONG TO THE FLOW,
To the journey all souls know—
Letting go to be truly alive…
Oh, we belong to the tide.
Oh, we belong to the tide.
And when it’s over—board on sand,
Salt in my hair, earth on my hand—
I feel the rhythm linger on…
A mele (song) learned, a darkness gone.
For what the sea takes, it returns…
A fire within the spirit burns.
Not a master, but a part…
Of one great, beating, oceanic heart.
WE BELONG TO THE TIDE,
To the rise, and the rush, and the glide!
In that moment, hollow and deep,
Where the guarded heart learns to leap!
WE BELONG TO THE FLOW,
To the journey all souls know—
Letting go to be truly alive…
Oh, we belong…
Yes, we belong…
We belong
We belong to the tide.
To the tide…