Oh good reasons, that’s not the Chore
Oh the seasons, will change the score…
The wind she lies, of what’s to come
She sure brings more, or less for some
Grey granite cove, a place sincere
It holds a promise, bittered by fear
She made up his mind, to guard that post
While vengeance conspires, to hide that ghost
The seagulls climb, on salt smacked wings
Big swells they rip, seem drawn by string
The twilight sun, decorates the waves
A lifetime of pebbles, just one to save
Horizons lost, victims of fate
The old way home, hope need not wait
