The warm waves lap, the sands recede, the sun and moon drift by,
We stroll the shore with heart in hand while searching for the why.
The tides, the storms, the changing scene, as day turns into night,
We play, we pray, time seems to say, that things will be alright.
The wave rolls in about out feet, we feel the sand give way,
And yet at last, when water's gone, it's just like yesterday,
When others stood where I now stand and watched the waves crash in,
And felt the gently shifting sands, but knew that waves can't win.
For sand, thought shifting, still is strong, it's smooth when storms have passed,
And we who walk the beach at night, as others in the past
Have done with vigor and with strength, so futures are insured,
Know life is lived in confidence that storms can be endured.
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This is beautiful.
