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Jan 2015
A genre unattended,
A policy proclaimed,
Where a light is shined,
Is where a life is gained.

So let’s attend the ball,
And lets set sail tonight,
So when all the bombs go off
We'll still be doing alright.

It may take a while,
Forever it may be,
But when we finally get there,
Oh what a sight it'll be.

Tears from people here below,
Dripping from the skies,
What a sight to see,
From our water-colored eyes.

We haven’t been forgotten yet,
But this we do not know,
It's but a mere assumption,
for the rain just turned to snow.

The boat started rocking,
Going from side to side,
In the ocean there’s a whirlpool
it developed from the tide.

I’m not one for prayer,
But I'll do it just for you.
If I make it to the gates
I hope it’s you I run into.

Now everything is frozen,
Now everything is white,
Pretty please don’t leave yet,
I won’t make it through the night.

The waters are still,
The sea is now calm,
I look around for you,
Sweat pouring from my palms.

I search throughout the boat,
But you I do not see,
The Sun lights the horizon,
So there you'll surely be.
Jake Griffith
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Jake Griffith  IUP
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