We'll be washed away one day my God.
And the streams in paintings will be left for the world.
Don't take before it is given and you shall see
that the love we have proven is happily.
No time to look past on what we lost
because regrets are our friends hidden in fluff.
They teach us where we faltered lighting a flame
that itches to burn out with a wicker's restrain.
But, if we drown before we see
Our souls will rise upon a reef
to count our blessings on felicity.
The deep blue sea is where we'll meet
and clean up the mess in clemency.
The oils we spill are now and forever.
In our Eco; a system to measure.
With fate and guidance we leave to endeavor
all the tears sacrificed on countless effort.
I don't want to bate an image of where we land.
American tree flowers kill birds in plastic hands.
This is the stanza where emotions will die.
So, let out a scream before you cry.
But, if we drown before we see
Our souls will rise upon a reef
to count our blessing on felicity.
The deep blue sea is where we'll meet
and clean up the mess in clemency.
