Steam from cooling waters rise into the air,
Never wanting to be anywhere but here.
Reflecting visions of a time when you weren't there.
Pulling back from falling, free falling.
I can see you again.
Below the valley sends an echo rising high.
Wind under my feet makes me feel I could fly.
And now the sun is rising over waters edge.
I feel like I am falling, free falling.
I can see you again.
Midday shadows fall upon the oceans shore,
thinking of your beauty makes me just want more.
Sand filled canyons are the stairs that I walk down.
Instead of open falling, free falling.
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