*mkay?*:dunno:
Tides of time keep on tirelessly flowing,
Stealing it from the man whom floats on, unknowing.
Guided by the lighthouse which is constantly glowing,
That unreachable love that's silently moaning.
But everything is vast, no land is still showing;
While the winds are increasing, uncomfortably blowing.
Trough the man's soul, but he keeps on going,
In all of that pain, his soul is just growing.
The sails have teared up, and the winds are now slowing,
Dazed by that soulful light upon the high seas,
He grabs the oars, he keeps on rowing..
Tides of time keep on tirelessly flowing,
Stealing it from the man whom floats on, unknowing.
Guided by the lighthouse which is constantly glowing,
That unreachable love that's silently moaning.
But everything is vast, no land is still showing;
While the winds are increasing, uncomfortably blowing.
Trough the man's soul, but he keeps on going,
In all of that pain, his soul is just growing.
The sails have teared up, and the winds are now slowing,
Dazed by that soulful light upon the high seas,
He grabs the oars, he keeps on rowing..
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