Hit the shore, again the climb
Morning sun I'm pale and blind
Water too familiar, too wet
Slower than the tide
I've fallen back on it
I may hide in the coral
Undersea one more night
Going deeper tomorrow
Shed my wings, learn to fall
Breathing water, getting old
I long for legs, arms to hold
My blood is cold, habit like a net
Everyday I race the tide
With every burning breath
Closer I get
To falling back on it
All my life
I'm floating, unknowing
That I will evolve
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