Wherever the ocean whispers, you will see him one last time
Faintly smiling at the barest touch and asking why
Wishing that he could move on
And perhaps believe
There is no use in giving love
One more try
You will see him hide his sorrow, in the passion of a storm
Waiting for the softest hand that holds a sword
He would do anything for a chance
To kiss the very feet
That keeps his spirit in such unrest
And defeat
You can watch him row across the neverending ocean
With eyes which cannot see the likes of you
Your tender heart in your hand
Wishing he could move on and perhaps believe
There is reason to give love
One more chance
Wherever the ocean whispers, you will see him one last time
Faintly humming a melody he cannot forget
Wishing that he could move on
And perhaps believe
There is another who is singing
This same song
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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