25/01/2025
On the sea

Somebody's child
Nobody made you It's not what you stole, it's what they gave you In or out, you go In your silence, your soul
In hind of sight no peace of mind
Where you begin and I'm defined Daughter of unconscious fate Time will tell, in spite of me
Shadows bend and suddenly The world becomes And swallows me in, the end
Whistle to a friend
Gentle 'til the end Any way in a name She takes shape just the same

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