Unseen

Beyond the sea, among the waves
Sands beneath my feet in the coast
Here I stand want to be noticed
I would swim, and I would dive
Till I step on the sand and see the reef
I wouldn't breathe nor see the sun
But is it really matter to you while I'm always unseen?

Am I brave or stupid?
Am I sincere or lonely?
I don't know

Instead of happy, I would die
Sacrifice though I know you wouldn't know

I would rather fall to the ocean
Deep and drown
It makes no different
Because I'm just so unseen

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Worthy Soul

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