How strange, the pull that tugs my heart, toward a distant sea.
How haunting are the sound of sea gulls crying eerily.
The allegory still remains, of timeless waves in life
Turning rock to shifting sands, the sea winds, like a knife.
And yet, amidst the turbulence, serenity and love
The struggle of the sea and shore, that fits so like a glove.
The music breaks my heart in two, this ballad by the bay.
And I shall hold it in my soul, this song we used to play.
I still can hear the rollers as they broke upon the beach.
And even though I’ve gone back home, my memory, they reach.