Washed by the wave of uncertainty
Are lost words of love written in the sands of time
I hoped to have the words to say
To get back to where we were one day
But thorns for lips seem to hold me back.
The whispering words of patience come sweeping by
Moon lit low tide extends with relief
Soon overcome with belief
With glimmers of hope from the past
So Perhaps the words of love in the sand will last
Again and again words are washed by a wave
Yet with some luck there can be to save
So lay in the sand there is a chance
That with some hope there is still romance.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
Washed by the wave of uncertainty
Are lost words of love written in the sands of time
I hoped to have the words to say
To get back to where we were one day
But thorns for lips seem to hold me back.
The whispering words of patience come sweeping by
Moon lit low tide extends with relief
Soon overcome with belief
With glimmers of hope from the past
So Perhaps the words of love in the sand will last
Again and again words are washed by a wave
Yet with some luck there can be to save
So lay in the sand there is a chance
That with some hope there is still romance.
