Names in the Sand/ The Rising Tide

and you draw lines
carved upon the sand
throwing the stick you used into the waves
watching it float away
and watching the water creep up to the lines
of your name
to wash it away

but a name in the sand
can never last
but casting a look
on the rain and grey
it darkens your deepest fears

just like fallen hopes
being washed away
by the rising tide

and from the earth
we become ash
and get carried away
by the rising tide

all through the endless summer

cuz all you needed
was the names in the sand
to remain there
while you effortlessly collapsed
into a heap of unborn fears
and unborn tears