There’s a boat out on the shores at the sympathy of the sea,
It’s been flung about failed and snapped rambling aimlessly.
God, anyhow grasp that the boat is me, cause there is a tower in the dock glazing patiently.
Streaming its shine out across the sea for the drowning soul
to see, God anyhow knows that the boat is me.
Don’t emphasize, what you can’t restrain; The reality of today’s world.
Embrace yourself so much that it motivates others to admire themselves.
I’m believing that you will reach to your thoughts and
make me your’s, presently or following, because of this
one-way mania, ain’t amusing anymore.
Maybe being in check of their confusion wind
your intention away, I’m hugging you, I’m crazy to be your
only vote and you’d have to stay.
Maybe when you are mine, I’ll be your ideal
agitation, yeah; I wouldn’t complain that it’s holding
you so high to let me in.
Your sole race is with the figure you were yesterday.
Time may change but not the goals.
Our environmental atmosphere, appreciate and explore,
Where the sea meets shore; a beautiful shore.
Peaks we capture, gaze down in fear,
If you’re an artist, make sure you fascinate.
Landscape exciting, adventurously modern,
Much more to see, than an air that is sky-blue.
It allows so much, open your sight,
Faith of today, with every dawn.
Universe shall fill, trunk and shade,
Some describe it homely, others a pot.
Visions are sustained, when nature exhibits,
Bestowing its pleasures, astonishing it feels.