Don't Want To Walk Upon The Water

Don't Want To Look Across The Waves

Instead Of Seeing Hills Of Water



I Just See Markers On Their Graves



But In The Fading Of A Season

To Look Across An Empty Sky

For A Forgotten Childhood Reason

To Once More Wish That You Could



Close Your Eyes And Just Believe Again

There's A God Does He Remember When

We Were Young And Faith Was Not Pretend



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And In The Night He Sees The Ocean

Carve Its Thoughts Upon The Shore

For In The Way It Was Created

It Can Do This And Nothing More



And Every Message It Would Leave Him

The Next Wave Carefully Erased

As The Tears That Passed Between Them



Were So Real That You Could



Close Your Eyes And Just Believe Again

There's A God And He Remembers When

We Were Young And Faith Was Not Pretend



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And All At Once The Waves Were Getting

Higher

And As They Crashed I Thought I Heard Them Say

There'd Be A Time When Men Would All Be Wiser

When Everyone, Everyone,



Yes Everyone Is



Saved



And As He Walked Away He Thought About



That Third Stowaway Once More

And Wondered If The Body Had Washed Up



Upon Some Far And Distant Shore



Or If It Sank Down Through The Depths

Of Cold Reality

To Rest Upon The Ocean Floor

For All Eternity



For At The Bottom Of The Sea

The Dead Do Not Feel Pain

And Neath The Ocean Made Of Tears



They Never Fear The Rain



But What Had Really Happened

Was A Stranger Twist Of Fate

That The Deckhand Was To Never Know

But To You I Will Relate