Kelly Zion

(11/27/1994)

My Daytona


I went to Daytona to find you
and everything about it was horrible
except for you
I was alone on the beach again
I was homeless out in the wind
but even then you were there
you were the only person who cared
the rain couldn't have washed you away,
suicide couldn't have taken your place
you were with me out there in the waves
and Baby, I can still hear our song today
I don't need to chase home; I know where it is
my home is with you; my own true love
Baby, you're my Daytona
and Baby, wherever I go
you'll be there for me, I know
you'll be the sweetness that gets to me
you'll be my Daytona Beach.

Submitted: Friday, January 17, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 18, 2014

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