The Water and The Sea
the water that i walk on
gently curls up at your feet
no known path or direction
no place where we can meet
the water that i walk on
grows calm when you are near
no known cure for this infection
nothing placates the worst fear
an army of generals
have fought to win your hand
the water i walk on finds
your toes curled in the sand
the water i walk on
wouldn’t make good wine
my mom made me do it
at a wedding my first time
the water i walk on
almost drowned my men
if one of them betray me
they should’ve done it then
mom refused to ask my dad
for clay jars of rosè
my father gave all that he had
so no one in town would say
the water that i walk on
the only way i can
hope to keep from drowning
just to hold your hand
armies of lawyers have
fought to win the right
to see and to hold you
each day a thousand nights
the water in the sea
show mercy and hope to none
no bask under the sun
it seems that which held me
above it’s head and mine
has come for my hearts penance
it’s come for its my time
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