Can i get an open call, can I get a witness please.
Buried as the waters fall, buried in the words it speaks.
I'm standing in an ocean of emotion wading,
Waiting for the tide to pull me under, baby.
As my lungs fill up with the words I couldn't say,
With the murk & muck of potential pissed away.
The rain keeps falling down, yeah, falling down again.
I'm waiting with a letter in my hand.
The memory it lingers long, eternity too long to breathe.
Maybe after i have gone, words'll bubble from the deep.
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