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Lone island
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The Early Works Losing it on a lonely sea I can not pretend to be at peace
I'm like a restless wave crashing on a distant beach
waiting for someone to come and ride the waves
pave the way to build a house of rock not miry clay
You portrayed the feeling very well. I could feel the emotion in your words...especially in that first line.
(I also like this line although it seemed far removed form the rest of the context it still had impact of the emotional feeling in this write:
"pave the way to build a house of rock not miry clay")