The letter F

Falling till we drown,
Far away from people,
Far away, far and near,
Fell into their back yard.
Fight the fight with an iron fist.
Fire filled the air.
Flooding into my intrument, into my soul.
For a lack of prime allegiance that my self will not debate.
For about thirty years he had been all but known (don’t you know).
For all you slashers,
For every blasted race,
For her, yea!
For him and she and me and you.
For I am surrounded by waves of fire.
For the waves of the sea,
For they have siezed the lesser one!
Forget your lust for glory and gold.
Friar Lewis got a bike... so why can't I?
From east to west,
From morning till night till dark till light till dawn till noon till sun till moon till earth till star till near till far I run and run and see so clearly.

Full blown whitecrest water party.