Her feet running in the gold crystal sand
why do the minutes have to be unfair
reality seems so vapid and bland
Her problems build as the waves are crashing
she rides the tide conquering all her fears
sucked into the under-toe she's splashing
holding her breath unable to see tears
she climbs her board to take on the next round
riding the tunnel searching for the light
though it's not always able to be found
through the dark cylinder there's something bright
she rides to the end and then starts again
she persists, knowing that she can sustain
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