The grey waters of the past

The grey waters of the past
Washing gently ashore
Rippling round the rocks
I never saw before

The tides of time
They came and went
I’m sitting here
No more to spent

As empty are my thoughts
And mingled with shame and fear
I stumble through my head
Hope they will disappear

The water’s gone
The tide is low
I feel no more
I’ll have to go

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