If I'm not remembered and not missed.
I'd understand and get the gist.
As the seas carry me from place to place.
I'd bring along your sweet sweet embrace.
With a bit of bitterness under my tongue.
I'd sing the song that I've never sung.
Over the mountains above the fluffy clouds.
Along the streets amongst the random crowds.
Alone I stand in my own atmosphere.
A smile is hiding the sign of a tear.
Drink as much as there is to drink.
Your image remains even after I blink.
Thousands of people I stand with on land.
Like millions of hair, I am barely a strand.
Your image is gone and your smell is fading.
It is you and only you I am missing.
No I don't wanna go home seeing what I hate.
I know I'm almost there but I am too late.

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