CREATIONS


The oceans span

The golden sands

The foreign lands.

The surge of man.

The yes I can.

The love I am.

The pain is shed

The tears are bled

The hearts that are broke

The dreams up in smoke

The words that are spoke.

The surging oceans

The golden emotions

The unceasing sands

Held tight and safe in creations hands.

The tomorrow I am

The yes that I can

The baby that’s pure

Held safe and secure

In the loving bands of creations hands.

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