Edge

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Edge

The force that's upon me,
Comes from where I was bred.
Throwing me into the rocks
Surviving the struggle,
In search of the edge.
The tip of the wave fades to nothing,
Who I thought I was, needs building again.
The Tempest, the torment,
My Newfoundland scenery,
There I was born, and one day
I will end.
The edge of the wave pushes upon me,
To make strong my will to live.
Violent force, throwing, tossing, smashing
Against the rocky cliff shore,
Where I live.