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 safe​from 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 wide​then I go home​to the fluctuation​I have on my own.​And I look out longingly​over the beach.​There's an ocean making life​beyond my reach,​and the vastness is​too much for me to stand.​And by the light of the truth all I can do is bow From Letras Mania