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I need to feel the salty air Once again feel the ocean breeze Walk along the sandy beach - For life has brought me to my knees. A heart attack, they said; Not the first he's had - How in the world do you face it When your only son may be dead? Yet he lives on - in pain - Each day taken on with hope That he will get better, live And Dear God, let me cope. I need to feel the salty air Mixed with tears I can't contain A time to be born, and a time to die - Keeps echoing in my brain.. The ocean holds the secrets As the tides move in and out - That love can last forever; That's what it's all about. I need to feel the salty air Once more before I go home; I need reassurance of eternity As the ocean claims its own.
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