Empty Ocean
Upon the empty ocean,
Across the empty sea,
A little man treads water,
That little man is me.
I feel cold and forgotten,
What keeps me going on?
So easy just to let go,
And sink down to the bottom.
I'm swimming for my life,
Completely lost at sea,
Swimming in betrayal,
Of what she did to me.
It's hard to think so clearly,
When trust and love has gone,
And nothings left but my boys' smile,
And a voice that says 'Hold on! '
poem by Phillip Alan Green
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