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Life is a ship
My Life is a ship, wandering through the rapid seas, surrounded by dangerous waves, punished by my own oblivious storms, losing control of my ships direction, as my helm of comfort slowly slips away in the silent sea, my helm is my life. My life is a ship, carrying passengers to and from, seeing the world through the eyes of a sailor, as I drop my old rusty anchor in the water, which calmly creeps within the dark coral reefs, only to find itself laying gently but not attached to the ever so soft sandy bottom of the sea, my sea is my guard. My life is a ship, so you don’t need to calm the storms, because I’ll always be walking the waves. -Lauren Wallace |
Come down from the mountains you've been gone to long
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