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In the middle of an ocean Lives a man all alone
Here this man kind of stays
His body like stone, but his thoughts like waves
Back and forth his conscience goes, rising and falling along with the tide
Open he tries to keep his eyes, but the rocking of the ocean makes him tired
If he closes them, he will sink
So wide awake he stays, seeing all the boats pass him by
Yelling every moment, but stop they do not
Night and day he treads water like he was taught
The monsters of the deep circle him
For they smell fear and sense his despair
Every day the monsters get closer, the ships further, and he sinks deeper
However most days he sees a lifeboat pass by
The driver doesn’t stop She doesn’t see that he needs her help
She smiles and says hello as he floats
Then off she goes, back to take on her own waves
That’s what keeps him afloat, the thought of her drifting by
Even though he is struggling, for her he will endure the pain and smile
But still the monsters are nearing him, he knows his end is soon
The storm clouds in the distance bring on disaster
She doesn’t show that day
The beasts circle faster
His heart beat slows
This is the end he knows
The rain comes down, it won’t stop pouring
Sadly with the birds he won’t be soaring
But with the monsters he sinks
No more will the man dream
The boats now notice that something was wrong
That the man wasn’t swimming, he was struggling all along
The life boat drives by one last time
She tries to throw a life line
But she knows that there he has drowned
His love doesn’t go un-announced
Floating were he once was
Is the memory of the struggling man that smiled all the while.
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