The Tide of Our Life

If I could play a piano I would be making notes instead of words. I am words looking for melody. help me, help me. You know who you are. I love you.

At the brink of insanity lies truth in vast supply
Home was found in a land least explored
A heart knows where to go but who knows why
To find refuge and continue in her dreams and be adored

Welcome all you who find yourself here

Sail on sweet lady in your lands far away
I know you will return someday.


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The Tide of Our Life — 1 Comment

  1. You are a kite and I am the string, tying you down.
    Fly up high and tell me what you see.
    But if I’m holding you back, cut loose and be free.

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