Finding Myself

As I walk along the beach, My feet cold and bare I feel a breeze beside me Thoughts of sorrow filled the air. Memories rushing through my mind Try as I may one is hard to find, A thought of a long ago past Erased by an ocean blast I look to heaven and try to see And suddenly an angel is in front of me. She knows of what I wish to realize But there is only sorrow in her eyes. As she turns toward the sea, I see myself in front of me Looking for a place called home Looking for a place for my own.