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Same Salt Chuck

They say we're on the same boat
Floating slow but steady,
A piece of nail in the heap of straw
Doesn't matter what,they tell us to be ready;
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I say maybe not,just a fine line
We're not on the same boat no not anymore;
Just a bit different yet stuck in the same salt chuck
The same blue with the mighty roar.

Few peekaboo from the sturdy submarine
Up or down swimming like a whale;
Some wave smiling on the double deck
Raining or not they have always have a tale.

Some roam on the motorways
Falling sometimes they seldom fail,
Swimming in their grumpy face
They love to feel the gale.

A lot are on the wooden boats
Rowing through the waters night or day,
Scrambling till they reach the shore
Smiling at the moonlight all along the dark bay.


Can't you see the paper boats
Wet and shaggy now shakily torn apart
Bits and pieces yeah lying all around
Look into their eyes,how time heals their heart
And then there are those who fight until they die,
The shiny piece of an invisible armor
Saving all above 'til they drown
How they shield our boats knows no bar!
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