There is a man upon the sand, 

That falls through the hands of time. 

He patiently waits for a friend,

Who never was, and never will,

Help him while he's ill.

There is a woman in the sea,

She drifts from here to there,

Doesn't have a single care,

She never was, and never will,

Be anything but an empty shell.

The two once met upon the shore,

They listened to the ocean roar.

Smiles came upon their face,
Both their pains seemed erased,

She felt full, and he not alone,

Then the tide changed, 

And she left for home.

No message did she send, 

The man cried out again,

And again, uselessly to the wind.

No answer was returned,

And she floated gently with the current.

Will they ever meet again?

Doubtful, for there are no friends.

Only empty shells in the sea,

Floating aimlessly.

There is a woman in the sea,

She drifts without sincerity.

Desperate, she is alone,

Reaching for her home,

Only to find nothing there.

There is a man who once stood,

And is now is upside down,

Sinking deeper into the ground.

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I wandered into the sea, searching for what was once me.  

Seeking the truth that I had held, and the integrity that had failed.  

Somewhere along the way, the waves grew and blocked my view,

Lost and confused, I struggled to continue through.

I thought I saw a Dove appear, but it quickly disappeared -

Vanished straight into the sun, and I wandered here,

And I wandered there - there was not a place my mind did not dare

To venture to and fro, there was no place I did not go.

I awoke upon the sand, listening to a man -

Telling me that I'll be alright, just not to give up the fight.

I looked around, and could barely see -

Accept the image upon the sea.