All rivers flow to the ocean,
even the ones that pour from your eyes.
It will swallow those coursing currents
as the sea breeze shivers with your sighs.
Whether you need somebody with you
or if you want to be alone,
the cold white shore will be your guardian
until you find your way back home.
So cry all you need to,
don’t suppress these emotions,
because every tear that’s wept
is just a drop in the ocean.
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 10:58 AM UTC
All rivers flow to the ocean,
even the ones that pour from your eyes.
It will swallow those coursing currents
as the sea breeze shivers with your sighs.
Whether you need somebody with you
or if you want to be alone,
the cold white shore will be your guardian
until you find your way back home.
So cry all you need to,
don’t suppress these emotions,
because every tear that’s wept
is just a drop in the ocean.
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