Speak to me of bitter years,
Spell it out, your words like tears
Let them flow inside out
Wash away fears and doubt
Let the sea rage with pain
Crash against the shore again
Feel it come and let it go
Thoughts,images, ebb and flow
Treasures are given by the sea
To those who have the eyes to see
Though your words lie dark and clear
Healing comes when truth is near
Let the sea rage with pain
Crash against the shore again
Feel it come and let it go
Thoughts,images, ebb and flow
Treasures are given by the sea
To those who have the eyes to see
Though your words lie dark and clear
Healing comes when truth is near
Special thanks to Patrick Kavanagh
whose poem 'Words" inspired this.
copyright 2012
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