View
I stand at the midst of the sea
Where I see the bird that flee
Is this the place I need to be?
Or a place I need to leave
In the midst of silence
Can you hardly hear?
The sound of my fear
Or the tickle of my tear
If you are in the peak
Will you look beneath?
Will you listen to the whisper of the wind?
Or stare just like stars and breathe
If you were a tree
And every day you meet
Your lover and forever, storm
Will you stand still and greet?
I smile with a thousand masks
And no one will seek the truth
As long as I give fruit
It is enough, life will go on.
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