The Waves
The crash of the waves on the shore
With the strength of depression banging on my door
With white horses riding the crest of the wave
I cry out into the wind for my mind to be saved
The waves keep coming in then rushing back out
So I ask for sanity and to push the madness out.
Copyright © Paul White | Year Posted 2023
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