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Washed Ashore

The little there's left it's best to save
Seeking with laughter
The sound of far-distant waves
Moments and words we used to know
Back on my feet with nothing to show

The compass lost its north
Make your eyes my path
I meant to learn before
Now I feel my wrath
The pendulum is sore
They're taking out the tracks
And locking up the drawers
It's slipping out my hands
And getting washed ashore

Childhood winters playing in the snow
All long gone and have left with the glow
And I swore I'd never let go
Prudence dear prudence why do you travel so slow