The echoing tides of change are causing my ears to quake and bleed as my heart turns upward to fufill my wants and needs.
For I know the way the tides are flowing will take to planes of reality I should not be going.
But alas what can I do?
Father, my dearest friend, what should I do?
What would you have of your loving son?
Tell me dad what must be done?
To stop these perverse and corrupt nay incidious and ungodly tides?
Tell me Father, tell me Lord, tell me dearest and truest friend.....
For I know the way the tides are flowing will take to planes of reality I should not be going.
But alas what can I do?
Father, my dearest friend, what should I do?
What would you have of your loving son?
Tell me dad what must be done?
To stop these perverse and corrupt nay incidious and ungodly tides?
Tell me Father, tell me Lord, tell me dearest and truest friend.....
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