Tears
Salty waters take me home,
Out of the land of my troubled soul.
Over the mountains of this great woe.
Out of the desert of my own sorrow.
Salty waters heal me through.
From all the pain of my heart’s wounds.
From the anguish of these troubled woods.
From the torture as my heart broods.
Salty waters wash me clean.
From the stains of these accusations smeared.
That my honour may be spared.
Salty waters take me home.
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