Beautiful as the waves
And evening sky over the ocean
She is as sad as are thy whales
That roam its vast expanses, pure devotion
Oh Lord
Forgive me my personal steadfastness
Before the lines of her dance in the night
I am no one but thief is absolute shameless
Who stole the sparkle that adorned her eye
I bear the guilt of all I can not afford
And that what I know she will never be free
Makes me safe
as if I am absolute peacefully laid
in thy gentle hands that will ever shelter me
She is mine, I know and can feel it
While holding her hand, Lord, so tenderly.
All my authority have been exceeded
By that what was happening
In her scarlet heart as she turned to me
Totally naked
And open as souls are allowed to be
Beautiful as the waves
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