Question me, these words I give
Fragile reservation not unlike my own
I'll hold onto nothing
And let each moment eclipse the last
Give you that which needs not be given
That which never could be taken
The freedom to fly, the freedom to love
Make you nothing more than you are
Expect of you nothing at all
To live only and be true to yourself
All of these things you see
Reflections of... the Oceans Within
Sharing Time, creating moments
Nothing more, nothing less
Hope is a beautiful dream
Laughter, a smile, a tear
Take none for granted
Sweet child, you will always be free
If ever a kiss I can't give you
I'll blow in the wind
ⓒ 2000 Shawn Michael Quinn
ⓒ 2000 Shawn Michael Quinn
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