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orphan child alone upon your shore white foam licking your feet the war is still raging a storm inside your head looking for the perfect seashell living on dry weeds and old bark a stinging spray the salt burns your open wounds Lost Child of the Sea I can hear the ocean in you I can feel the sand fall thru your fingers we're in the same war looking out from the same barren shore the endless waves wash in from faraway lands -- Undiscovered somewhere out there, the war is over the shooting has ended bombs have been melted distant bells are ringing dawnlight shines over the horizon somewhere across the ocean. Oh child of the sea, Sail away with me. by Adam Love © 2006 |
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