She’s just a girl sitting on a bench watching waves

Just a girl sitting on a bench asking the sky what it all means, and did it ever mean anything at all

Just a girl sitting on a bench wondering if minds can touch if they try really hard; by looking at butterflies maybe, or fish

Just a girl sitting on a beach, the sea closer to her feet than years ago

Just a girl watching the tide rise and time drift away like a sea fret in the sun

Just a girl waiting, still waiting.

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