by Alexandra Eyre

Created on: August 31, 2010

Sitting on the rocky shore,

Wind blowing through my hair,

Leaves me feeling,

Free and unaware.

All my troubles lay behind me,

They can't touch me here,

I lean back and breathe,

Because I'm free and unaware.

Your the one who brought me here,

But I try to pretend your not there,

You know you mean the world to me,

But I wanna be free and unaware.

Why try to deny,

What's already in the air?

I'll wait as long as it takes,

Until your no longer free and unaware.

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