At The Edge Of Sea

Take me from this place
dress me in some rags.
For this burned earth is
full of all my white flags.

I don’t want to fight it,
you or my own little void.
Yet all the time my life
is black and destroyed.

I don’t know if I can be
the person I need to be
when the person I am
burns at the edge of sea.

Beauty, love and passion
flow beyond the horizon.
Circumventing the globe
hateful earth hides them.

So tear this abode away
I want to cry and slip
my hand to my side to
pull the bullet at my hip.

I give up love talk gone
am I from all kind song
so I can lick my wounds
to find what is wrong.

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