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And on to Ashdod

Updated on June 10, 2011

And On To Ashdod


Feels like nothing is left

Just like that time we had to flee

With our faces to the rain

And our eyes to the sea


As they boarded their ships

On their ships they forgot about me

Their faces to the rain

And eyes to the sea


Felt like nothing could free

Me from your Caananite ways

Hands to my heart

And tears to my plea


I felt too late, I felt too late

What I wanted me to be

I knew too late, I knew too late

The Israelite inside of me


What if turnaround times

Cause us to expire

And the Philistines

Join Dagon in the fire


What if nothing is something

Nothing is something

This side of the ocean

Our minds to the sea


Questions turn into doubts

Doubts then disbelief

Was I ever on that shore

And did you share my grief


I stayed too late, I stayed too late

Though you wanted me to flee

We woke too late – we woke too late

The eyes inside of me


It feels like nothing is left

Just like that time we had to flee

With our faces to the rain

And our eyes to the sea


Nothing nothing is left

Of what we whiled away

Bones on the ground

The games we’d play


Nothing nothing is left

Of the vows we’d made

You’re all across the sea

Across the sea to Ashdod


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      Phoebe Pike 5 years ago

      Very interesting. I've tried writing poetry, but so far, no luck. Did you have to work at it or are you naturally talented with poetry?

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      Nikkij504gurl 5 years ago from Louisiana

      i liked the flow of this, very interesting indeed.

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