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(18) 2/28/85 The Sea of Sad Tears
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Early Days (1982-1988) Another tightly corked bottle a-floatin'
Set adrift by a pair of black gloved hands
Lost in that old sea of Sad Tears
Bobbing amongst the more rusted of cans
A certain sadness
leaves me weak and pale
I can only sit and wonder
just where it is people fail
Who will find this bottle
Uncork the secrets trapped inside
Will he even reveal himself
or just escape into the tide?
Life is filled with bottles
left to drift away
No one sharing his feelings
he doesn't think he may
It's time to loosen up your cork
allow the flow of your goodness out
look closely at what your bare hands do
then free yourself from fear and doubt
You don't have to be a bottle
live in fear that you might break
There are others out there, just like you
but they chose to live life, for its sake
