Sand glass
On the waves, on a beautiful day
enjoying the water and my stay
the freedom that I feel I get
after work from all the tears blood and sweat
Time to chill time to kill
time to sleep time to reap
As this looks like my fate
living In a communist state
where marshal law has bound and gagged
where they even fly an unknown flag
nothing seen Is familiar
nothing like home
I could be In Russia
cold and alone.
I need time to heal my wounds
time to heal my head
laying on a bed of sand
only people like me would understand.
I need the sea I need to be
close to the edge of a deep mystery
a place where I cannot see Into
a place special to us, me and you.
time to chill time to kill
time to sleep time to reap.......
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