Sad and heavy, upon me a great wait,
Blank and blurry, my eyes begin to haze,
Sand rushes, pulled by the sea,
And I wait and I pray, you will pull me,
For hours, for days, for weeks pass me by,
And lost is my direction, so lost am I,
Entrust me with care of your heart, for I hold it in my hand,
Let me be the ocean, pulling you sand,
If this is not meant to be,
But it is, I so believe,
And nothing,
Nothing,
Could stop our fate,
For your love, your hand, is mine to take,
And I am, as I always will be,
Waiting for you to come home to me.
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