I recall a morning breeze
Racing to me
Whilst aboard a ship without a sail
And there I'd wait
For a wave
To engluf me
Into fathoms I can scarcely dream of.
Wake up
In an azure memory
Of you
Trying to find a way back home
The sun has sunk too low.
Jagged shores pretend
To accept me
Desperately searching for a whisp
Of your remains
Silence me
And reclaim me
Heart in my hand to give freely.
Wake up
In an azure memory
Of you
Trying to find a way back home
The sun has sunk too low.
Take me back to
Your beginning
And show me, tell me
Why life's designed this way
If I had power
To rewrite this
Story, I'd drain the sea
So you'd be with me
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