As I walk upon the beach
I listen to the waves.
I like to hear them
crash against the rocks
time and time again.
I think of an army
charging a stronghold
then the army
overcomes the stronghold.
But its only the waves
crashing against the rocks
time and time again.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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