I lost it all fighting fate, picking up every pretty seashell along the way I had no room left for the beautiful Pearl that was waiting for me to pick it up.
I always ran off ahead of you to get there first when I should have walked along side you and enjoyed the journey.
I can still hear you now, crying out to me. Telling me to slow down.
When you are young and in love there are only two choices; you either make it FAST or you make it LAST.
Walk slowly on the sand.