I want to go back to the sea
For the sea is calling to me.
The place where the waves meet the sand
Where we went walking and I held your hand.
I want to make sense of it all
And there the big sky makes me feel small.
For it is only there
That I understand the true scale of my cares.
Only there do I understand what it all means.
Only there, holy water washes me clean.
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