Hold on to the thread the currents will shift
Glide me towards you know somethings left
And we're all allowed to dream of the next
Oh, oh the next time we touch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
You don't have to stray the oceans away
Waves roll in my thoughts hold tight the ring
The sea will rise please stand by the shore
Oh, oh, oh, I will be, I will be there once more
Glide me towards you know somethings left
And we're all allowed to dream of the next
Oh, oh the next time we touch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
You don't have to stray the oceans away
Waves roll in my thoughts hold tight the ring
The sea will rise please stand by the shore
Oh, oh, oh, I will be, I will be there once more
Today has been a day of contemplation about the past. There is an overwhelming feeling of longing and desire filling my every breath. It won't leave me alone for a moment. This is not a primal sentiment, but a calm or soothing semblance which I haven't felt for a long time. If I could forgive and forget a spiteful faux pas, I know what I could and should do. That is beyond me now though. The story has been written in the sand and the waves have washed it away.
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