When we began the ultimate journey,
I tried not to get in any one's journal
And continued to stay blessed
Alone in my Will-bliss.
Over my shoulders was the sun
Father to the white son.
With only songs at the depth of my heart;
I was so flat.
Simplicity got my vision blurred
But I managed to climb up the bluff.
I could now see
The heart of the sea
And because of the ridiculous eyes of our...
I took the dive too late in hour.
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