upon the deck, the crew men lay
they who worship and learn to pray
whistles blown day by day
for them nor to wander nor to stray
but come forth to ocean’s tide
leaves she her little grace note
swaying back n’ forth she floats
singing deep from the throat
looking from the wooden boat
the sea of miss nostalgia
sea shells deep in the blue
small feathered wings that flew
gusts of wind, of morning dew
clocks that ticked just for you
come see the ocean’s tide
none forgotten secrets and lies
the ones they tried so hard to hide
shaped and sculpted, fragile lives
hearts of they that couldn’t fly
the sea of miss nostalgia
telling time from afar
peeking through doors ajar
hiding a troubled scar
misery rippling in my lumbar
come thee near ocean’s tide
anchors clank and thumps of boot
diverting paths with no route
thy melody declared by flute
she sighs with another salute
the sea of miss nostalgia
words that drive razors, so sour
helpless hates and loves of the hour
tight fights and children who cower
life they know not how to devour
come feel the ocean’s tide
wet late nights and shivers
no one here to be thy giver
white pale cheeks of sliver
an agony that yearns to deliver
the sea of miss nostalgia
she waits there now, so sad
cries above sound mad
no time for memories, just bad
she smiles, to what she’s had
come be part of the ocean’s tide
waves of water down below
dancing façades that do not flow
they who always come and go
perished thoughts of status quo
the sea of miss nostalgia
shadows that talk and foresee
she is nothing, not lady liberty
above they drink old dreadful tea
never a good era to be free
come lie in the ocean’s tide
they, she sees, stand so tall
speaking conniving words to all
she told them they would soon fall
in the depths of a nasty brawl
the sea of miss nostalgia
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