Friday, December 19, 2014

Current

There's a lost ship with no sein 
The current breaks her legs and she mourns 
There is no turning back the tide , you see 
No wind to fill the sail 
I'm washed amongst the sand 
Depleting an hour glass through bloody hands 

I watch the stars 
Making the wish one more time 


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