Alone I stroll on the edge of land
Warm breeze thru my hair, between my toes is white sand
Gazing at the night blue sky
The pains of my heart move as slow as the clouds pass by
Blue and purple horizons that make you stop and stare
Wishing my God can lift me away to take me there
My mind contemplates the decisions I have made
Like the waves that crash and recede, my heartaches to shall fade
My destination approaches up ahead, a gazebo covered dock at the end of a pier
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