The Sand And The Foam

Dawn...like an angel

Lights on the step

Muting the morning she heralds

Dew on the grass

Like the tears the night wept

Gone long before

The day wears old.



Times stills the singing

A child holds so dear

And I'm just beginning to hear

Gone are the pathways

The child followed home

Gone, like the sand and the foam.



Pressed in the pages

Of some aging text

Lies an old lily, crumbling

Marking a moment

Of childish respects

Long since betrayed and forgotten.



Times stills the singing

A child holds so dear

And I'm just beginning to hear

Gone are the pathways

The child followed home

Gone, like the sand and the foam.



Dawn...like an angel

Lights on the step

Muting the morning she heralds

Dew on the grass

Like the tears the night wept

Gone long before

The day wears old.



Times stills the singing

A child holds so dear

And I'm just beginning to hear

Gone are the pathways

The child followed home

Gone, like the sand and the foam

Gone, like the sand

Gone, like the sand and the foam.