As the sea softly brings love.

Imgormiel

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As the sea softly brings love

She rolls over my eyes,
She rolls over my eyes,
Mother’s arms approach to hold on me.

For as her waves speak to me, when the sun touches my face for the last time of the day.
Caressing her son’s metal and sand womb.
My hands are locked from dear mother.
Mind locked from mother...

It was my brother’s...and me,
Singing a chorus of love from our hollow hearted cold tombs.
Yearning to become whole and free.
Our cold dark voice fell away...so silently.

Sister looked in my eyes and teased with her love.
Her friends temptress ways, were like a medusa teasing stone.
As she laughed in my ear. Denying what I wanted to feel.
She left with mother, and I cursed her soul.

She rolls over my eyes,
She rolls over my eyes,
Give me the sun, give me the prison, and give me reborn in the day.
Where I can stand and glow.
 

Ezteq

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it does indeed go very well with that picture, I was imagining someone drowning when I read that.
 

Imgormiel

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it does indeed go very well with that picture, I was imagining someone drowning when I read that.

It's about Anthony Gormley's statue piece on Crosby beach, there's hundreds of them.. :)
 

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