Disturbing Peace by Rob Critten

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The portch is linely, the wood wet
And the angels dance on the sea
Ma ma, ma ma please help me
My eyes are heavy you see

The day is fresh, the mist is in
And the dolphins are staring at you
My head it hurts and my body is lame
So please don't stand in my view

I touched the sky, I am so low
While the whales are playing with time
The silance is load, the peace disturbing
And there's no sound of a chyme

The night is bright, the bats are out
And the seahorse decays on the beach
The time has come, so turn out the light
And now for reality reach.