Escape From Here
I walk through the water, chilled to the bone
The beauty I see, I wish it were home
The smell of the air, salty but sweet
Sand on my soles, I crinkle my feet.
It cannot last, I must go back
To a place called "home," what an attack.
I'll work hard so one day, I can live by the sea
With the sun looking down, shining on me.
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