I found myself in this foam aloft and blown
A windy home
The frothy sea beaten by wave and sand
Finding no place inside my hand
I see the ghost of my mind in thought as it wanders through the air it caught
"Fly away from me!", I say
"I want to forget this day!"
And it was gone
A bag of thinks and wrongs
No more sad songs
Just let me ride upon this foam
A lofty hope of finding home
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