something inside so strong (octave)
by - Mr. Darcy
Above the mountain ridge gulls always soar,
like waves crashing against the coastal shore.
But, should the skies begin to fade from blue
in eyes behind the years of fading hues.
Remember kept within this granite rock
are hands of time on my unchanging clock.
So, hear the sea and feel the spray once more
for my eternal song is always yours.
- Mr. Darcy