The ocean is all it’s own We cannot follow it’s tides we brake into a million pieces If carry the world upon our backs Time is just a ticking clock In the coarse of play As the dark of moonlit night Shifts into dawning day Out of the shadows of the night The sunrises in the east With beautiful light Without anger or fight Like a sign of coming peace By Mark Shackleton |
Monday, January 7, 2008
Oceans Of Time
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