leave your worries to the sea

leave your worries by the shore line

and run your bare feet through the sand

let the water be a soft bed

when you cannot bear to stand

make friends with flying seagulls

and hold the sun up on your palm

before you duck beneath the water

where the world is mute and calm

tell the fish all of your problems

as they all come swimming past

when your lungs are close to bursting

swim above the waves and gasp

let the water hold your sadness

and wash it right out to the sea

so like a message in a bottle

all your worries are set free

and the sea might make you feel alone

but the world has troubles too

for how else do you suppose

that the ocean got so blue?

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:: image source :: iceland by andrew gallo