Walk on Water
If I could walk on water,
I'd walk to you.
If I could swim in the clouds,
I'd swim somewhere new.
I'd do what ever it takes to see your face light up to red, from blue.
If I could change the way the earth balanced on God's fingertips, I would.
(Not that I should).
I can see the colors in your eyes;
but theyr'e fading.
And my arms are getting tired of wading.
The tide, it gets stronger.
But I know I only have to wait a little longer.
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