Cruel Sea!!

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I stand all alone beside the sea,
Waiting as the waves lash along
Weeds of hope sail along
Only to be washed away
Again and again....
I stand alone as the sand beneath me erode!!
Move away with each wave of the cruel sea...

I stand all alone as I slowly drown
In the quicksand of life
Never to be gotton again
I stand all alone with the ficker of hope
Hope comes but goes all alone
I stand all alone, surrounded by cruel waves!!

Thou beloved, you never came
I wait until darkness for your glimpse
You never came, I waited till the end of time

I waited for your LOVE, all alone
All alone beside the cruel sea
You never came, you never came!!!

 

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