oh when i find
i was happy in my harbourwhen you cut me loose
floating on an ocean
and confused
winds are whipping waves up
like sky scrapers
and the harder they hit me
the less i seem to bruise
oh when i
find the controls
i'll go where i like
i'll know where i want to be
but maybe for now
i'll stay right here
on a silent sea.
posted by amy @ 12:06 AM
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