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By stability Date: 2006 Oct 16 Comment on this Work [[2006.10.16.06.49.21881]] |
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It’s swimming against the current to control your destiny. No solace or soft sand beach to rest your tired limbs It’s fighting the good fight against a locked door. No one is there to answer your pounding fists It’s sailing alone in a raft made of paper. And there is no where to go, no island to maroon It’s the sword battling the gun. Without a prize to be won It’s swimming against the current until you find someone Someone who makes you feel like you could keep swimming forever, But instead, you float downstream together Resting in each other’s arms. |