Ocean waves
Setting sun
Endless sand
Onshore breeze
Setting sun
Endless sand
Onshore breeze
Connecting me
To all that is
To all I need
A secret:
Connecting me
To all that is
To all I need
A secret:
Our bombs
Our industry
Our pillaging
She will adapt
She will survive
She will flourish
How can I ask you
To understand me
Reminds me
Of Saturday morning
After a long week of long days
I try not to let
My ignorance
Confine my experience
But the light which guides me
Burns from within
And from there illuminates
My true path in the world
Will it be a photograph
In your mind, an epitaph
Or the sound of my lost laugh