| Mists once dressed these dunes | |
| Like silk upon her skin | |
| But the ocean's bare today | |
| And the tide is coming in | |
| I watch a castle on the beach | |
| A tower crumbling away | |
| Mother Nature always wins | |
| The games we children play | |
| Rocks peek out from the foam | |
| There seven seagulls stand | |
| I slip the sandals off my feet | |
| And drop them on the sand | |
| As I walk dust clings and falls | |
| To my dry and weary soles | |
| The prints I leave upon the ground | |
| Like word's upon a scroll | |
| Walk into the waves | |
| As the footprints fade away | |
| Oceans leave no graves | |
| All our legacies decay | |
| The water's cold at dusk | |
| I thought as I stepped into the tide | |
| The sea does not want me here | |
| What could she have to hide? | |
| Our forebears looked to the horizon | |
| But I called into the distance | |
| And no deities would respond | |
| Walk into the waves | |
| As the footprints fade away | |
| Oceans leave no graves | |
| All our legacies decay | |
| Perhaps if I tread further | |
| Past where my feet engraved | |
| My last mark upon the world | |
| I'd find a face within the waves |
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