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Oct 2011
I’m floating the bottom of the ocean,
I’m flying just to hit the ground,
I’m crying just to smile again,
And I’m waiting to be found.

I’m lost in a sea of hope,
And I’m starting to loose my breath,
I’m looking for an exit,
The only ones to confess.

I’m falling up a cliff,
And I’m climbing down the ground,
Then crying to make a sound,
In hope that I’ll be found.

I’m lying at the bottom of the ocean,
I’m lying beneath the ground,
I’m crying cause my calls don’t work,
Don’t believe I’ll be found.

I wish someone would look for me,
In a way that cannot be seen.
I wish someone would care for me,
In a way that has no end to it’s mean.

I wish someone would hope for me,
In a way I can’t for myself.
I wish someone would find me,
And save me from this hell.

I’m crying at the bottom of the ocean,
I’m drowning below the ground,
I’ve lost my breath form calling,
Now I can’t make a sound.
Jessica Wyman
Written by
Jessica Wyman
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   Jack Jones and BKS
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