I am staring at the ocean/ from the pier in my hometown/ I am watching seagulls flying/ I am not on solid ground/ I am thinking of my loved ones/ the people I hold dear/ as I walk by discarded driftwood/ on the Port Hueneme pier
I was born here by the water/ the Pacific is my home/ I new live in a real city/ that was once unknown/ I am thinking I was younger/ How did that disappear/ as I walk on sand and strong wood/ on the Port Hueneme pier
today my memory is a camera/ and it captures all it sees/ waves of blue and / waves of silver/ water fading under me/ I am thinking I'm never satisfied/ but I'm glad that I am here/ as I walk among abandoned seashells/ on the Port Hueneme pier
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