I was a bushfire, lit by the sun;
Ravaging through the foliage
Igniting the masses with a spark
Carried along by the wind
I was the ocean currents
Creating rips pulling you out
Taking you with me
An irresistible force
I was the cliffs, along the seaside;
Framing the beauty below
Protector of the sacred waters
Daring you to jump in
I was the trees that hold through storms
Giving you shelter; offering safety
Completely one of mine own
Each branch reaching for the sky
I was the violent wind
Pushing you forward, backward
Pushing you to push against me
Or be taken by my ferocity
I was your everything and it hurts
To think you've given up on me
No sun, current, cliff, tree or breeze
Will ever set you free
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 9:17 AM UTC
I was a bushfire, lit by the sun;
Ravaging through the foliage
Igniting the masses with a spark
Carried along by the wind
I was the ocean currents
Creating rips pulling you out
Taking you with me
An irresistible force
I was the cliffs, along the seaside;
Framing the beauty below
Protector of the sacred waters
Daring you to jump in
I was the trees that hold through storms
Giving you shelter; offering safety
Completely one of mine own
Each branch reaching for the sky
I was the violent wind
Pushing you forward, backward
Pushing you to push against me
Or be taken by my ferocity
I was your everything and it hurts
To think you've given up on me
No sun, current, cliff, tree or breeze
Will ever set you free
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