The Ocean is Warm

By Bruce Clifford

The ocean is warm
The ocean is cold
I made up my mind
I might never grow old

I don't know what to do
When I'm without you

The motion of tide
The chaos of the slide
I try to reach out
Each day comes with doubt

Tomorrow I could do without if you are not here

The ocean is warm
The seas are like glass
In the eye of the storm
Nothing will last

Nothing could last
It all goes too fast

©4/26/11 Bruce Clifford