The ocean carries my body away,
It carries me away from worry,
I some times forget it has taken and most of the time abandoned me,
But I still drag my feet across the sand,
I still drag my body into the waves,
I stick my head under the waves until subconsciously I decide to go back for air,
I do not regret forcing myself to breathe nor do I question why I stick my head under,
I like to live as if there's a purpose,
More of a silver lining,
Perhaps for the lady whose finger is shining,
Cause she's found herself sticking her head under the waves,
So perhaps the ocean did more than drown us,
I think it saved us and gave us a meaning not to stick our heads under.
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