We
plant
our hearts in borrowed sand,
no deed, no lie, no safe
command.
We know the waves will call it back,
but still we stay
despite the lack, the ground is frail,
but love insists,
even in places that don't exist.
We plant our hearts in shifting ground,
knowing they'll break without a sound,
but if there's warmth where we still stand,
we plant our hearts in borrowed sand.
Not every risk was meant to win,
though nothing here is made to last,
we still believe in future's
cast.
We plant our hearts in borrowed sand
and hope the sea will understand.
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