Glasser
Shape
I live on my beach.water surrounding me.And it's got too deep;I let it get too deep.My home has no shape;nothing to sustain me,but it keep me safefrom imagined pain.In the dim light of the truth all you can do is bow.The walls often change.I'm new in this place, me.But I know I'll stay,Can't ever get away.When the crossing gets too widethen I go hometo the fluctuationI have on my own.And I look out longinglyover the beach.There's an ocean making lifebeyond my reach,and the vastness istoo much for me to stand.And by the light of the truth all I can do is bow
From Letras Mania