It’s held behind my eyes like an ocean
Waiting for it’s time to rush to shore,
Waiting for a turn of the tide so it may wake.
As for the sea billows roll and whirlpools pull under,
For what it brings in it shall destroy
And not willing to give therefore, it will take.
The waves will crash on the rocks and detour again,
Ever so slightly carving its way through,
Until one day the rocks start to shake.
Though shall the rocks crumble and fall is yet to see,
As it looses its power as it gains the shore,
Trying to find its way through, which it must make…
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Written December 8th, 1999
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Metaphorically perfect
And find it's way, IT WILL!!!!Great song of hope, using the oceans' tides to errode the wall.I pray for you, my dear friend, that the walls will crumble for you, and all will be well.I love you.The Red Rose of Pittsburgh
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