Here I stand,
watching the crippling sea
wash away what's left
of my hopes and dreams.
I have been cast and what seems to be,
is the darkness that surrounds me.
Hope is lost and I fought and clung.
The wood beneath My feet,
is the only stable one.
I teeter between the waves.
Can you you feel as this heart caves.
But it's your lips that grip,
Pulling me out of this haze.
Dazed I clutch my chest.
Gripping to every breath.
I feel nothing for faith is lost.
Soul is tossed into this warped sea.
Almost as warped as the wood beneath me.
For now I see the sun sit.
Between rise and set.
Dripping wet, here I stand, refusing to forget.
But it's a dream that I must let drift away.
Along with the kiss and words you say.
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