Friday, April 23, 2010

Ocean Of Love

A gentle breeze blows in my direction calling me;
On my knees, there's a fearful notion of this beast.

I wont give into this consuming sound.
This must be that Dark Abyss where im falling down.

We can cry our sorrow to the broken sea.
If there's no tomorrow it should be you and me.
You can walk on water but you Wish to Fly;
Purge my soul and my wings and there's Magic in the Sky.

The Song of the Siren has taken me away;
stranded on this island with not a Word to say.
Built a Boat for you dear but now its Broke and Gone.
All i need is you here so we can Swim to the Sun.

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