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Stoic, he waits
By the sea, hesitates
And his arms are shedding the shoreline
Firm on the land
His heart in his hand
Must we wait for angels to join us?
Oh Father, clips his wings
It's getting much harder to breathe
For all my running away
I'll be awake
Warm breath delays
As the water decays
What his lungs so fervently wished for
Just toe the line
Between water and sky
All away
Oh, chase your horizons
Oh Father, forgive us
The world is no place for this man
For all my running away
I'll be awake