There's a time when the waves would clash,
A head will fight and bash,
But they all come alike,
And ever be in delight,
A wave does not flow soft,
It fights every current,
It blasts it's engines to full,
And fires it's worthy warrants,
A wave does not tip toe into the waters,
It flows fully without a thought,
It stays faithful to the lonely rocks,
And keeps from ever being bought,
The lives come quick,
The waters comes very soft,
But alas, it slows to an end,
The seagulls were freshly aloft.
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