2003-06-10 00:49:27 (UTC)


One day, I broke upon the shore
The waves to crash and tear and mend
And when I felt I had no more
I soon began to break again

Shattered lying twisted, broken
Lost upon the sand
I lift my head as words are spoken
My eyes take rest upon a man

Beard and hair, he tells me kindly
Soft and gentle, that I will live
And how glad he is to find me
Because I've got so much to give

Frankly, I don't believe him
But he makes me feel so tall
That I'm so ready to follow him
That I could give it all.