| listen to the ocean breathing. |
| look at that shimmering sequence
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| waves in rhythm… leap and they fall in the arms of a beach, all season
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| see warm colors brew: saturation; |
| blue sky turn caffeinated
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| david playing that magic chord: drew «hallelujah,» i’m captivated
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| and it «pleased the lord: «masterpiece.
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| «framed» in his image, he «captured» me
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| that aperture,
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| that shutter speed that master has what that camera need
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| and we only got one «shot;
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| «but how could a subject decide the exposure?
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| we may have the freedom but what do we really exert our control over?
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| i am not sovereign. |
| i’m just another cog in the locket
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| he giveth and taketh but who am i questioning god and his logic?
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| you fluent in ignorance thinking that death isn’t true to his promise
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| he’s proven to be indisputably ruthless, «brutally honest»
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| it’s pretty and all, but what good is it really in building a bond
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| told this beach how beautiful it was more times than i ever told mom
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| i marvel deep in expressing a reverent
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| praise to a body of water when secretly |
| when hurting,
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| and searching for words to affirm is
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| my cousin who ended his journey too early
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| i stared at your picture stood at your viewing
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| i knew you were hurting. |
| my stomach is full of excuses
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| i wanted to help, didn’t know how to do it, the silence is brutal
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| maybe refraining from speaking the truth is just as abusive
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| i am in tune as i study the wave run
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| from and to, and examine the movement
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| whether i want it or not,
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| the water had brought the intention so «clear» to pursue
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| this is my cue:
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| but i am resistant who am i kidding there isn’t a difference
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| this was the mission while «we were still
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| sinners: «this is the infinite gift of persistence
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| i wish i could be like the water
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| that creep up in clutching your ankles
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| i wish i could be as the sea is repeatedly reaching: so faithful
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| we get thrown to the bottom to break
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| and are brought to the brink of the fatal
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| but even the waves stumble and fall,
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| at just the right angle: you see a rainbow
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| i’m critically short of the virtue i value
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| fighting the very same demon that seem to be lurking around you |
| my only regret are my words of affection are so misdirected
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| so i came back here trying to talk
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| to god and then he taught me a lesson
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| maybe i was too late
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| i was too concerned with myself
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| maybe i was too late
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| i was too immersed with my realm
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| father would you make our love like waves |