close my eyes
rest my hands
on the rock
that is older
then i can ever imagine
listen to the breeze
wonder
what it would be like
if all this goes away
close my eyes
rest my hands
on the rock
that is older
then i can ever imagine
listen to the breeze
wonder
what it would be like
if all this goes away
I love the way the ocean shines at night,
and the way the moon reflects almost a million times,
over and over and over,
and how the sea pounds a beat,
much like the one in my chest,
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