Human Nature

so it was said to be

I sailed to the edge of the world to die in peace
Only to return to a shore whoms sand was clasping your feet
I tried not to think, tried not to look, tried not to feel
For what you made me feel is somewhat of a mystery
I treasure the moments we had, but like all treasure it must be burried
I look back upon it but stumble upon a familiar quarry
The same pit of hell where we first met before i set to sea
And it proved that the edges smoothen in love
Or at least so it is said to be...