One day I wrote her name upon the sand
Reminding me of staring at her grave
I try my best to purely understand
The way she swayed within the crashing waves
And on that melancholic day, she passed
Sorrow spilled slow, into the boundless sea  
Her soul flows within the water spread vast
The sand swept away, I must let her be
But oh I want her more than life itself
Her voice in ocean breeze, a symphony
I cannot arrange her life on a shelf
Never forget the day of infamy
But somehow water washed away her name
I will seem ok, but never the same