I first met my woman
over there on the beach,
she loved it when we had it
then it vanished from reach.
She loved the feel of it
in her hands every day,
but it gradually got smaller
and faded away.
Now we gaze down there
with tears in our eyes,
thinking of times we had
the times of paradise.
Will the beach ever rise again
to make the sea ebb and flow,
if it would it sure would be good
but it's in to stay now we know.
Why must I fly
In these dark skies
Why can’t I rest
My weary eyes
Why can’t these wings
Take me from here
Where all the clouds
Just don’t appear
Am I too weak
To up and flee
Or are the winds
Just holding me
Do I remain
For reasons missed
Was I placed here
To just exist
It’s all right there
Just up ahead
Yet I stay here
To ache instead…
© tolababy
