There’s a point in the distance
Where one focuses one’s eye
When trying to parse out
The where and the why
Of jealousy and betrayal
And how To see though
the fog of confusion
And the damage they do
There’s a place where the heart becomes leaden
There’s a point where love starts to die
If one allows the spirit to grow deadened
Then hope and love will take fly
There’s a point at where one must start caring
Where one fixes one’s vision on high
Don a mantle of vision and daring
Tis where the water meets the sky
The joining of the heavens and ocean
The merging of elements on high
The intersection of mind and emotion
Sure…and tis where the water meets the sky
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