And I'll be here by the ocean
just waiting to prove
that there's sunset and
silhouette dreams.
And all my sandcastles fall
like the ashes of cigarettes
and every wave drags
me to sea.
And I'm standing here for hours
just to ask God a question
'is everyone here,
make believe?'
With a tear in His voice he said
'son, that's the question'
does this defeaning silence means
nothing to no one but me.
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