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Jan 2015
you can hardly see it coming
as it starts forming, builds its rise
you see it
almost too late

its coming your way
it picks up speed
gonna slam in to you
almost too fast

then you hold your ground
the sand below your feet
running towards it
almost feels like fate

and then as the wave hits
you find yourself still standing
you feel blessed and realise
its only your faith
ZorbatheGeek
Written by
ZorbatheGeek  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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   Jamie King and Ata
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