Painted boat upon a painted sea,
coz your life's all concrete.
It once bore you to the shore,
and waited till you didn't care for it anymore.
The waves that licked the strings,
did not wait for the tide to turn.
They carried it away and afar,
while you roamed about in a shiny car.
The waves are still in spite,
yet the boat would still fight.
Until the wall around you breaks,
and the earth around you shakes.
Will you swim the fiery sea
And reclaim your life while its still twilight?
Or will your life forever be concrete -
only a painted boat upon a painted sea?
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