Tuesday, February 3, 2009

SALT OF THE SEA

The silver moon's rising
over the bleeding sun
The ocean's rolling over
your words are washed off the sand
The wind fills the sails
your boat's drifting from the shore
Pick your options well girl
you can only catch your breath on the run

On the ocean things are soon forgotten
We leave them behind in the wake
And though your wounds won't bleed forever
They'll still sting from the salt of the sea