It flows and flows.
Many a rock it has broke
Many a mountain it has crushed in its way;
Flowing with fierce speeds.
In the cold, it becomes solid ice;
Maybe to preserve itself and giving itself the much needed warmth.
It shall flow unto the ocean it shall reach to eternally rest.
Fighting through to find its way,
Calm and tired is it’s flow just before reaching its refuge.
I am my ocean, my refuge.
Long it took me to realize before
Volcanoes, storms, deserts I have had to cross.
My soul flies weightlessly, wanders listlessly in the vast empty skies of my heart in search of YOU!
My soul flies weightlessly, wanders listlessly in the vast empty skies of my heart in search of YOU!

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