Every Day

Everyday

Everyday, when the sea licks the sand,
there are people who walk by the ocean,
who relax on the dunes and breath in the air,
everyday. 

Everynight half the people of the world are sleeping.
On the other side it’s morning, afternoon, and evening.
And the waves that foam at my feet, 
for a billion years repeating,
everyday.

How old is the water in the ocean?
How deep is the ocean that breaks your heart?
‘Til you cry for the waves, and the wind, and the spray
that blows through your hair, 
on your face...

Everyday there’s a stillness in my soul.
Everyday I take time to listen in silence.
While the world goes around
every heart beats a sound,
everyday.

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