Ocean Man
The old man lived in a cove
where the ocean meets the sand
every night as the sun went down
by the seaside he would stand,
and look out over the ocean
at the things that he might show
and look out over the waves
at the dreams he once did know,
some say he was abandoned
some say was left alone
some say he craved for freedom
so he wandered from his home,
the only things thats certain
is when the nights are born from days
you could find the old man staring
with the seaside in his gaze,
tis remembered around the town
as the day the ocean cried
tis the day it was announced
that the ocean man had died,
the only thing thats certain
is when the days turn into nights
you can still see the old man
with the ocean in his sights,
where the wind blows the waves
to the shore without a care
if you look hard you can see him
and if you blink he is'nt there...
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