Layer upon layer and these lines in the sand
form the little mirror we hold in our hands
facet upon facet we're unsure of its price
wade through the water to skate on thin ice
season upon season we change with the years
the shoreline keeps moving but I'm still right here
whisper upon whisper you will give your all soon
a meandering river that wanes like the moon
trial upon trial but the waves bring me home
will I see you there waiting or still be alone