M.

Written by Tyler Nicholas

Sad-silent waves approached my feet as I awaited your presence.

This gloomy day, solemn waves,

wondering and pondering, reminiscing your essence.

This gloomy day, before we are in our graves,

The one day, we could make peace.

Wishing you could take back what you said

Wishing you could take back what you said

Wishing you could take back what you said

M.

Hatred, anger, passion, love.

A rock desperately shrivelled out of the sea.

Gathering comfort from the Lord above,

as my own flesh and blood deserted me.

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