Eight Years Filled An Ocean
It was two days from our first kiss
I could not move from the bed
Staring at the ceiling
Sure that soon I would be dead
But for three whole days
And three whole nights
You kept me in this world
As I swore to myself secretly
If I survive this she's my girl
I took just two months
Fourteen thousand miles
Before I was at your home
Knelt beside you
Next to seven monks
Selling my soul, heart and bones
It took just eight years
And an ocean
Of the the tears that I have cried
So I beg
Please give me back eight years
For in that bed I should of died
Copyright © Jon Terry | Year Posted 2012
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