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SURF

Life is broken, words unspoken
Got me feeling like the ocean

Sand on my feet, I must retreat
Before the sea swallows me

The night tide, like my pride
The darkness of the tears I cried

Look at the water
Don't want to see the reflection
The clouds and wind coming in
God be my protection

It's the storms, that are my norm
Far from safe, sunny, warm
Keep me away from this harm
I'm so afraid of false alarms

Every grain of sand
I feel it cut deep within
The monsters in the water
But I gotta face my fears again

I'm ready for this hurricane
Because I walk on water
Weapons formed don't prosper
Ain't got the time for slaughters

I left the right for wrong
So maybe now I'm correct
Not doing this journey alone
Keep my oceans in check

I'll handle it like a soldier
Playing on life's turf
So when the waves start to rage
I'll get my surfboard and surf.
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Son of a preacher. College graduate in Mass Communications. Photographer. Writer. Creative. Innovative. Lyricist. Child of God. Lion Hearted Lamb. Addict.

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