The first wave came with a moderate force, but did not make me fall.
It was like a sting from a bee; it hurt but it did not kill me.
The second wave came tumbling down with an inmense force,
it was the deceiving one.
I was not prepared to stand through it and it brought me down to the floor.
He was laying there, with no one to help
The second wave had stole his strenght
His tears cried out in vain
there was no true help
I was crying for a soul
Just one rigtheous soul
And finally I saw a woman with an encouraing heart
The woman was there to help him
Yet, she quickly turned away
And betrayed him one last time
Despite the hurt, there was still yet strenght within him
And then I saw the third wave
Much more furious than the other ones
It was determined to destroy, to kill
I lay there patiently, waiting for my death
The third wave covered his body completely
Not caring a bit for his life
His cry was a silent one,
for the waves had drowned him slowly
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where the heck is this from
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