The days come and go, and the rain follows suit
our empty minds drift on repeat
the oceans waves embrace our ankles,
but our souls are left with no affection
My daughter your life is more important that the air I breathe
your sleep will keep you warm when I am gone
the ocean waves will remind you,
of the land of tears we left behind.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
The days come and go, and the rain follows suit
our empty minds drift on repeat
the oceans waves embrace our ankles,
but our souls are left with no affection
My daughter your life is more important that the air I breathe
your sleep will keep you warm when I am gone
the ocean waves will remind you,
of the land of tears we left behind.
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