The song I sing is for the forgotten
The left to skirt the outside
The brimming rollers
The living love watchers–

You, my heart loves
I call you through the wind.

I wait for you to show yourselves
In many wicked ways
Wicked in celebration
Like a half-pipe
Like a gnarly something.

Oh you! The ones of my heart
Know that I am here
To know You.



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