There was a lonely starfish
who sat upon the shore,
he spent all his days dreaming
of life on the ocean floor.
So as the day grew longer
and the starfish began to dry,
he couldn't help but think
how much he wished to die.
But before he gave up hope
and the sun had turned to red,
he looked up towards the heavens
frowned to God and said,
"Lord you left me alone,
you took me from the sea.
I thought you loved me God,
why would you leave me?"
"My child," God responded,
"I'm always by your side,
but do not fret my son
it's nothing but low tide."
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 1:52 AM UTC
There was a lonely starfish
who sat upon the shore,
he spent all his days dreaming
of life on the ocean floor.
So as the day grew longer
and the starfish began to dry,
he couldn't help but think
how much he wished to die.
But before he gave up hope
and the sun had turned to red,
he looked up towards the heavens
frowned to God and said,
"Lord you left me alone,
you took me from the sea.
I thought you loved me God,
why would you leave me?"
"My child," God responded,
"I'm always by your side,
but do not fret my son
it's nothing but low tide."
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