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Sitting here talking
to my self
above the 'other'
conversations in my head
Walking on a deserted beach
never alone
Trying to reconcile
my thoughts from theirs
Is it really what I think?
Or what they want me to project?
You don't know
how lucky you are
to be alone
with your thoughts
I have learned
someone has died
in every corner of the earth
Let the only whisper be the wind
Let it be the only howl
Kiss me grandmother nature
With out a soul between
Hold me grandfather time
in private frozen moments
Keep them still,
Last them a little longer
Help me be a little stronger
Help me be back to me who the holy
Father intended me to be.
I need to be still
To be silent and sit and listen
to the wind on the hill
As this gentle peace passes.