will leave me
grey haired and vacant
alone on the crest of time's wave
daring the sun to knock me down
begging the sun to drown me
| trackless waste before death's realm | ||||
| the shores of this bitter sea
will leave me grey haired and vacant alone on the crest of time's wave daring the sun to knock me down begging the sun to drown me |
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©2003 Kris Haggblom