Waves, by Disruptive Silence
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When the waves are rough and crashing
I feel the wind of life thrashing
With the drops driving towards the ground
The stable platform i knew is now spinning around
So much movement, in the same position
All dreams are accomplished through ambition
How will i know when the storm has passes
What will I learn when the worst is in the past?
Although the water may evaporate,
The memory is there forever, to stay |
Posted: 2012-12-01 18:27:36 UTC |
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