On the border of unknown,
waves crash into shore.
The waters chill grabs my ankles, like a ball and chain.
Somewhere in the infinite,
there's not a single sound.
But right now on this beach there's something singing underground.
The vastness of the ocean,
it's something we can't see.
It stretches far beyond the likes of infinity.
And while I stand here straddling,
the known and the unknown,
I hope you hear the songs I sing for those I used to know.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
On the border of unknown,
waves crash into shore.
The waters chill grabs my ankles, like a ball and chain.
Somewhere in the infinite,
there's not a single sound.
But right now on this beach there's something singing underground.
The vastness of the ocean,
it's something we can't see.
It stretches far beyond the likes of infinity.
And while I stand here straddling,
the known and the unknown,
I hope you hear the songs I sing for those I used to know.
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