Waves crash at my tired feet, Wash me away

I walk down the sandy beach - foot prints on the sand
I walk alone, no one to hold my hand
I lie down on the golden beach - sand adorn my body
The swash and the backwash, whispering softly to me

Waves crash at my tired feet - wash me away
And I ruminate the happenings of the day
Indeed everything comes in waves, the big and the small
But in the end one man controls it all

My mind swirls and spirals - confusion the theme of the game
Why do things come in waves, the timid and the tame
The waters wash against my feet, the salt bites my skin
Pain tells me that I'm still alive, without and within

The water rises the water falls - wave after wave
This never ending story of which girl the hero will save
But why do things come in waves, I still don't understand
If there is a struggle of pink and red, who will this hero defend

Why do things come and go - one moment and the next
One minute it's just beautiful, the next my gravest mistake
When the soil is dry and crumbly, it falls apart in my hand
But when the rains arrive, they drown out all the entire land

Where is mother moderation, where have you been hiding
You've been away too long, you need to bring good tiding
Everything just hits in waves, on and on and on
One minute you're standing there, the next you are gone

The waters wash up against my side - brings me back to now
So many pending questions, the where, what, why, and how
Things indeed do come in waves, they completely do
Friends, problems, tears and smiles, even boyfriends too

When the land is barren, it is completely dry
But once it starts to drizzle, heaven starts to cry
It pours down so hard and fast, my stomach starts to turn
The roll bigger and bigger, the waves begin to churn

The sky breaks forth water - big fat drops of tears
Come now, pour down, wash away the fears
Then as suddenly as it begun, it completely stops
As if God soaked had up all the water with his magic mops

Everything under the sky - they all come in waves
Whether you have freedom, you really still a buncha slaves
Things come and go in time, nothing lasts forever
When a good thing comes, take it - tarry, never

I walk down the sandy beach - foot prints on the sand
I walk alone, no one to hold my hand
I lie down on the golden beach - sand adorn my body
The swash and the backwash, whispering softly to me

By 9eek9oddess
22/8/07