The
Crimson
Tides,
Upon this
Shore.
You live
Here,
My
Past.
Your
Feet,
Upon my
Sands.
I
Feel you
Here,
Walking thru
My
Memories.
A
Distant
Roar,
A hurricane
Sounds.
Sirins blare,
A song
That brings
Me
From
My
Myself.
I
Gladly
Stay,
Far from
Where I
Should
Be.
Off
The beaten
Path,
They say.
But
All my
Roads,
Always lead
To
You.
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