Getaway (It Will Always Be There)
As she remembers to those times that she went walking down by the sea,
It gives her the time to think and feel free.
Yes, this is considered her quiet place,
Especially when there are no problems there to meet you face to face,
Taking the time to go for a walk never seems like it is ever the same,
Because everything in her life seems like it cannot be controlled or tamed.
Even though she tries so hard to keep it the under control in her mind,
It causes her just to want to find any quiet and freedom place that she can find.
This is why is so glad to be able to take the time to get away,
To be able to see the beauty of sea especially on a day like today.
The first then that can being felt as she gets out the car,
Is the ocean breeze as it hits you as if you were like a floating night star,
And smelling the ocean salt,
Only causing her to take her time and halt.
Then to come over the hill to see,
To see such a wonderful sight that it makes finally feel again like she is free.
As the sun starts coming over the horizon to make it feel like it were going to be a wonderful day,
It even makes her happier to seem like her problems have gone away.
Causing her to look and think why is the sea the color blue,
Only reminding her that it is the only thing that is in her life that is true,
Even though the sea can be quiet and calm,
It can also wild and restless like a blowing palm.
But it always will be good to know that it will always be there.
Even when there is nothing around or no one to care.
Also as the tides come and go,
It slowly takes away the seashells to places no will ever know.
Only to see these sights and smells bring back the memories of those endless days,
And to take the time to always
Remember that there is one thing that she will always miss
To be able to have a free and getaway place like this
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