Gray morning mist Walking into the waves Separating in two Before you. Water crashing, Moving, Becoming one Ocean. At the end When you Reach the sand, Arms wrap Around Holding you, The sun, Welcomes The end of Two waves As they become One ocean
Everyday no matter what's going on, Just find a little place in you To stay warm & Escape the darkness That sometimes Is this world. Everyday no matter what's going on, Find a little place in you