torn seems
but my skin
is bleaching nicely to the sounds of san Francisco's sky line
my roots have found there way to the heart of a moving ship
she is a sailing heart
i am barely her sail
waiting for the winds to blow us in the right direction
the storms been brewing
we can see in it the horizon
where the ocean meets our sky
these lines are broken
but our hearts
still tangled
roots
still tracing
we are still holding
california is our only connection
so we hold on like we are sailing
she is my life line
we are just wandering
no compass
just heading towards that horizon
where it wreaks like california
like new beginnings
just past the storm
baby, keep holding on
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