An Inadequate Description of the Ocean

Scalding water to make tea 

Eggs Broken to cook an omelet 

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I wonder what I'd do if it were up to me 

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 Where I'd draw the line in the sand  

The people built the wall 

With their hands in their pockets 

Brick by brick 

Lifted over heads bowed low

Then they tore it down 

Hands bleeding 

Icy feathers 

Biting frost 

Snow stained red 

With years we lost 

Freezing blankets of winter snow 

Gnawing hunger 

Kings brought low