Words & Music by Patresa Hartman, December 2012
Found
I whisper Sorry
through a closed front door.
I feel so sorry,
but I don't know what for.
Do you?
Everything I knew
is in your closed right hand.
All I thought I knew
has turned to air and sand.
Here comes the tide rolling in with a furious sound.
Washes this house of bones away.
Now I'm lost as you are found.
You're found.
Found.
You say you're angry.
A growl becomes a roar.
You feel so angry,
but you don't know what for.
I do.
You knew everything
but you chose not to say.
You saw everything,
and you pushed it away.
Now here comes the tide rolling in with a furious sound.
Washes your house of fire away.
And you're lost as I am found.
I'm found.
Found.
Secrets spill into my boat made of glass.
I'm sinking deep, and it's rising fast.
I've lost home and my boat made of glass.
I'm treading water, but it's rising fast.
Here comes the tide rolling in with a furious sound.
Washes this heart of hurt away.
Now I'm lost as you are found.
You're found.
Found.
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