Trapped in the day
In a bottle made of clay
Larks on the beach
Disappear with the reach
You can’t hold them anymore
Numbness from sand
Makes it hard to withstand
All the turning from the moon
As the tide drifts away
Moisture fills my soul
New horizons I can see
Cracks in my view
Give hope a second chance
Nothings gone till you let it go
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