I'm still me
and we're distant now;
I've gotten stronger
and growing loud.
Sometimes I wonder
if you hadn't gone-
extending hands
vast beyond the sea,
collecting deep-colored shells
for a heart severed-to-be.
I'm still me
and we're distant now;
I've gotten stronger
and growing loud.
Sometimes I wonder
if you hadn't gone-
extending hands
vast beyond the sea,
collecting deep-colored shells
for a heart severed-to-be.