Dec 2017
My mother the sea
She waits to be with me
The sand so deep
Grabs ahold of me
Filtering my soul
While exfolateing the old
My mother the the sea
Cant you see
I need thee
I see the sea as part of me
With its salt upon my lips
I embrace its new day
For i have been washed away
...
She waits to be with me
The sand so deep
Grabs ahold of me
Filtering my soul
While exfolateing the old
My mother the the sea
Cant you see
I need thee
I see the sea as part of me
With its salt upon my lips
I embrace its new day
For i have been washed away
...
.. just two quick minutes. Work it over for me TonyaRiddle. Its missing the refreshed , the return . There is something lacking that only you can fill on this eve of the greatest gift to be recived.
