I see her,
In her perfection,
I hear the rush and roar of (the sea) her soul,
(As she sits in the sunset)
Silhouette by the sea.

She's crying,
The drops stain the pure sand,
Bitter
Her feet dangle between the rights
(and the wrongs)

And as the sun sets
(and the waves roll)
Salty sea breeze floating in perfect harmony,
The crimson sky illuminates the roaring waves,
Her salty tears drown the sand.

She's been told
The world is black
Changed by the world
Her heart is black, her heart is stone
(it's dying, it's dying)
The sea whispers to her

And it's perfect,
In death and life and hope,
She comes to the sea to dream and cry,
And the sea listens,
(talks back)
and...
I see her,
In her perfection,
I hear the rush and roar of her soul
(As she sits in the sunset)
Silhouette by the sea.

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