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Here I stand
Feet in the sand
Cold waters ahead
Many miles to tread
Time and space blurs and melts into one
Disappearing into the sun
Yesterday, today and tomorrow
Recycling storms of pain and sorrow
Coming and going with the tide
Washed away with pride
It's all the same
In this empty space I claim
Rain falling into my skin
Bleeding veins thin
Pressure builds up in a desolate sky
Ghostly winds ask why
Blowing away all I was
Taking with it the cause
Leaving behind outcast memories
With fate and all its atrocities