moana
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Slow I walk
none to talk
passing by
gazing at the sky
It's been a while since I last seen the water
doesn't bother me none
it'd mean my very slaughter
the name's Moana
I have no daughter
eyes yearning for the horizon line
flippers longing to touch the sand
both dying to be where the other one is
family pulling her from the shore
family pulling her deeper below
they don't understand
Once upon a time
In a land not so far away
Where the balance of good and bad
Forever sway
But what would happen
