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Lament for the Sea
The sea that swept me far away
How I long to see it once more
How it led me so far astray
How I forgot the promised shore
I wished to go to remember
Perhaps to reignite the ember
Of where I truly feel at home
And to breathe anew in the foam
The ocean that delivered me
How it once held my homesick hand
How it freed me and made me see
How I fell in love without land
The waters that made me believe
A new perspective to perceive
The world no longer felt so small
I had finally seen it all
The water that cleansed me of sin
How my dirty soul was made pure
How I had felt clear from within
How I knew this had been the cure
I found my religion there
I could live my life without care
There was life in the salty spray
All around the familiar bay
The ship that sailed me so far away
How I left my home for the dock
How I was anxious just a day
How I eagerly watched the clock
When we hit water I felt calm
Though he saw the shake of my palm
The first mate understood my quake
I thought his sentiment was fake
The dock at which they were waiting
How I first resisted to leave
How they saw me hesitating
How they’ve been waiting since the eve
I have been away for three years
They could barely see through their tears
It felt wrong to be back on land
I almost did not take her hand
The home that missed me for so long
How anxiously they awaited
How much their tears sounded like song
How I felt that I was hated
This home I cannot remember
When I left in late September
I felt free, my chains were lifted
Now I feel like my soul drifted

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