The Ugly Shell


Y’know that story about shells from the ocean

My mom used to tell me to hold them to my ear

There’s nothing to fear she would say

No crabs or little monsters today

Just listen; each shell holds a little of the ocean inside

And I heard it and I smiled

I would lie there all alone

For hours until my mom called me home

Now I see that shell and another parallel

If only someone would take the time                                    

And pick me up like a lost dime

Hold me to their ear, and just hear me, understand me

But I’ll always be left in the sand

Cause I’m not one of those pretty shells

I’ve got scars and marks, not an easy story to tell

And no wants to ruin their day

By hearing what I’ve gotta say


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