The sea laps upon the shore
Little waves are no more.
While time winds its wily way,
We are only made of clay.
Life? Life a gift unique,
But over in a blink.
Our prospects, very bleak, sink,
As the waves galore
Continue on ever more.
The sea laps upon the shore
Little waves are no more.
While time winds its wily way,
We are only made of clay.
Life? Life a gift unique,
But over in a blink.
Our prospects, very bleak, sink,
As the waves galore
Continue on ever more.