May 2014
Each day brings me closer,
each day washes me out to sea.
Like a tide, ever moving
always coming back again to the beach.
I float and,
in floating,
I see the sky above me and sing
each day washes me out to sea.
Like a tide, ever moving
always coming back again to the beach.
I float and,
in floating,
I see the sky above me and sing
