As I sit on this beautiful golden sand,
I notice no one else is on this land,
But even the horizon can't stop the pain,
I came out here wishing for something to gain.
The only sounds are the waves and the trees,
And possibly the faint hum of a bumble bee.

If I go back now will it be the same as before,
I'm probably just hoping and imagining more.
Change is good in the eyes of some,
Hiding out here is just plain dumb.
There are some things in life you just can't fix,
Like a whole in a wall made of bricks.
Sometimes I wish for faith in god,
Maybe if try it won't be quite so odd,
But you can't make yourself believe,
And my soul is to hard to retrieve.

It's time to meet the harsh reality I'm facing,
No matter what, the truth will come chasing.
I need to leave my secluded quiet zone,
To be greeted by the ringing phone.
Friends will give great sympathy,
but they're not the ones that lost their family.