The waves lick up against the rock
The wind rustles through my hair
I squint my eyes against the salt
I can see the far off land mass
and i know that I it will be hell to get there
but i swear to myself that I will do it
Because i took an oath
that i was to let nothing stand in my way
and i intend to honor that
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 8:58 PM UTC
The waves lick up against the rock
The wind rustles through my hair
I squint my eyes against the salt
I can see the far off land mass
and i know that I it will be hell to get there
but i swear to myself that I will do it
Because i took an oath
that i was to let nothing stand in my way
and i intend to honor that
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