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Erosion
Words & music by Ed Hooke, July-October 2011
 © Ed Hooke 2011

Drip by drip
day by day
chip by chip
love starts to fray.

Game by game
play by play
shame by shame
we look away.

Did you reach out?
I did not see
- tricked by the mist swirling about you and me.
Erosion.
Erosion.
Cliffs proud and high
slip by and by
into the sea

Touch untouched
looks not looked
tired neglect
hooks thus unhooked.

Cut words cut
lie then lies
shut doors shut.
An orchid dies.

Did you reach out?
I did not see
- tricked by the mist swirling about you and me.
Erosion.
Erosion.
Cliffs proud and high
slip by and by
into the sea.

Unheed seeds
sown long ago.
Feed the weeds.
Unseen they grow.

Waves not waved,
Let forget.
Safe, not saved.
Watch, watch not,
Suns still shall set

Repair deferred
Denial preferred
as the earth slipped
Truth cannot uncloud
the tragic beauty of our script.
Erosion.
Erosion.
Cliffs proud and high
slip by and by
into the sea.

And did you reach out?
I did not see
- tricked by the mist swirling about you and me.
Erosion.
Erosion.
Cliffs proud and high
slip by and by
into the sea.