Eeriness of the silent
night
The sound of the tidal waves crushing against the rocks
To walk over the footprints on the beach
To see if I could fit in
The sound of the tidal waves crushing against the rocks
To walk over the footprints on the beach
To see if I could fit in
No story is symmetrical
Each has its own twists and plots;
The sound of the laughter
Contradicts the silent cry
That couldn't be heard
Each has its own twists and plots;
The sound of the laughter
Contradicts the silent cry
That couldn't be heard
Castles built on the sand,
Getting washed away in a pulse
Yet again, another one is built
Like a constant battle
Holding every ounce of it
So gracefully,
The sand and the beach
Are the things I love!
