Ocean's Call
The waves crashing against the rocks
I tightly hold his loving hands
The soaring seagulls hungrily squawk
As we walk barefoot in the sands
The yarn of today has dwindled to strands
The sand becomes cold, twilight falls
Where we once stood, now somber tidelands
Yet on the sand a crab still crawls
Never knowing true love's call
A pointless life without his love
A life never full, a life never enthrall
Fluttering quietly, a mourning dove.
It shows us our path to take
The morning glory, tender light, a new daybreak
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