I have a soldier lost at sea

Drifting away as his mind would be

I await this soldier

Who I adore

Upon the rising shore.

Wishing for a storm to bring him back to shore

Dreaming if this never happened

The smell of the salty air

With shiny seashells there.

Sands bury as if it were him

The seas bares my heart within

Waiting on this ocean sea

For the soldier I hope to see.



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