The sea was breeze was so calm,
as I stood by the shore
The seagulls flew away,
as these sad songs play
I raised my hands to feel the sun,
but the warm rays turned into chills
I closed my eyes to see the dreams,
but the sadness made me kneel
I asked for refuge and care,
but you turned me down
While the weary waters torments me,
the songs turned into an awful sound
When will I be free,
from the sorrows of this world?
When shall I truly feel,
the love that I truly deserve?
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