If you are the sun
I'm the grass far below
Awake every dawn with many miles to grow

If you were the sea, I'm the ocean floor
Aware of your presence, oblivious to white shores

And you are a dancer, Your marks in the sand
Your laughter's a lighthouse
To the shipwrecked and ******

the old stone washes up
and reminds me - I should hold on
The world's still calling me
with a familiar song

© Copyright David Bosworth December 2013