The twisted wind and sea
Will never bring you to me
And if I was a ghost afloat
I would not sail away in your boat
But pull the anchor to my bay
And watch you night
And watch you day
I would not hesitate to stay
Even when you push me way
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Soul
Poetry"Write something and it might be worthless, Paint something and it might be wordless, Nonsense verses Pointless curses, You'll see purpose start to surface, No one else is dealing with your demon, Meaning defeating them Might be the beginning...
