Waves From Melbourne
The waves used to hit the shore lightly
They would glimmer and shimmer brightly
They used to crash so brilliantly
Shinning a nice pure blue so brilliantly
Now the waves have gotten rough
They crash the shore really rough
Wheighing down on me, it hits
It hits like tons of bricks.
But you're surrounded by waves,
You're also haunted by their ocean graves,
So they will crash over you, harder than me,
And they will float back out to sea.
When they come in and go out,
You hear them as they cry out,
But at least I hear them, and nothing more,
At least I can see them hit the shore,
So there's one thing I know for sure,
Your not innocent, nor as pure.
as the waves that hit the shore.
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