Every grain of sand Is perfection in my hand Every wave in constant motion In that endless noble ocean Knee-deep in frothy foam I am here, I am home The sea will never grow old The sea will never wither and mold I belong to this shore, My every limb, my every pore I whisper to the nautic air And it carries my every prayer In this beauty so majestic and vast I am no longer me, that lonely outcast. A salty smell, A flawless shell, It all puts me a misty trance So I stretch out my arms and begin to dance Pass me the gin Lift up your chin Forget the family, forget the adderall No matter what I will never be small
Sea by Geneviève Pardoe Macchiarella is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.