Beneath those heavy waves

clashing against all of our shores

the sand has the touch of obsidian

and the sky has long since

turned blood red

This place is dying, slowly

I don't know how much longer

so much time has already

washed over me

Beneath those heavy waves

somewhere on the bottom

of me lies a heavy heart

I walk the shores cutting my

porcelain skin on the sharp sand

I'm fine here, thank you very much

Somehow, somewhere, I always come back

up from the depths and regrow my wings

Every time is a new dawn, a new life

The sun is growing beyond her means

and my heavy heart is beating less

one day soon

I will no longer walk here

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