SOAPBOX
OCEAN’ Home is not a place; it’s a feeling, a state of being.
I wander I know no home feel no attachment to land, But the ocean Will always have my heart What’s the use in being attached to a land That changes in the hands of its leader? I’d much rather give my soul to an ocean To a spirit too wild to be shaped by the laws of the land A beautiful rebel It’s at times like this When I’m at my lowest That I take long drives to the ocean at night
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