Like
the deep blue tide
awaiting to rush ashore -
awaiting to rush ashore -
That
gets pushed back -
hitting rocks, proud with scorn
hitting rocks, proud with scorn
We
too keep moving -
dragging feet torn and sore
dragging feet torn and sore
For
we are destined to keep walking,
from the moment we were born.
from the moment we were born.
again, wonderfully written
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