It comes to me frequently
This haunting sense of unity
That it's all me
Pretending to be
So we can see
The tresures that be
Between you and me
When we realise
That you're really me.

Under the water
below the sea
the whales are calling
They're calling to me

Divers discover the waters
bright glee
the fish are swimming for all to see

The sea holds tresures and souls
Secrets are waiting
in the under sea holes

What's waiting for me
in the depths of the sea
Is the answer I'm longing
It's the key to the sea.

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I will not follow the rules of the past
Not when the future beckons at last
Though it is great standing here now
I've come to realize I have
new fields that need to be plowed

The days of the past are like handfuls of jewels
But to make them all shiny it took time with the appropriate tools

I lock up my tresures in my heart not the bank
To all of those souls I owe
I'm shouting out thanks

But the door beyond has been opened a crack
My curosity has been  intrigued , you know that's a fact

So I have shut the door to the house Yesterday
After all it has aged , sags with boards turning gray
And I am standing on the presence of porch
With a cloth wrapped stick dipped in oil that will be my torch

So while what once was my home is now going up with the smoke
I've already poured the new foundation for you to take  note

Every step into the future
is one for the past
Each breath taken in could surely be last