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I AM A ROCK ON THE SHORE

I CONTROL A VAST TIDE

THE COMING AND GOING OF WAVES

I HAVE NO EYES

BUT I AM SHARP AND STRONG

 

TIME PASSES

 

SEA WATER COVERS ME

SAND WINDS BLOW

THE SUN SHINES AND FOG SURROUNDS

I AM BURIED AND RESURRECTED

WITH EACH NEW TIDE

 

TIME PASSES

 

I CAN FEEL MY SHAPE IS CHANGING

YIELDED TO THE CREATOR OF ALL AROUND ME

I CONTROL MY PERSPECTIVE

I AM BECOMING SMOOTH AND STRONGER

I SURVIVE

 

i am a  rock   on    the     shore…