The feelings that I have And the feelings that are me Do wax and wane from time to time With the rising falling sea Often swamped within its swell At the mercy of tidal clocks One day to dance across a beach Another dashed on rocks.
Rarely going straight to the point But approached best from the side Testing gently, tacitly Before the pincers are applied And they can be formidable With a tenacious grip So be careful what you wish for If into the rock pool you do slip.
Evolved with solid outer shell An armoured place to hide Because beauty may be skin deep But emotions lie inside And the softness of the centre Can be a dangerous place to go For it can upset the natural balance Of what we think we know.
And though we truly feel the pain Our hearts fight to be true So we cling on through the stormy days Just because thatβs what ***** do.