Oversea
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On a cloudy August the thirtieth
Where the near season kisses our lips
Standing on a crowded place
Where tears and goodbyes blend
A door near will separate us
Now shouting for your call
…She walks without tears.
Glass in between us,
Where she can see me beyond
I know she got strength to walk away
But she has a bleeding heart.
Waiting for the giant flying beast,
To where she’ll ride and fly.
To touch the distant sky
Beyond the horizon
Where the sea meet the sky
I know in certainty.
She looked back with a broken heart.
The tears she kept faded the smile.
For a three year in a foreign land.
She dreamed, I prayed.
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