Along the Beach
Being with you,
Making me smile
Walking a beach
Mile upon mile.
Walking that beach,
You and me on our own,
Feeling great,
Not being alone.
Watching the waves
As they ebb and flow,
Feelings are high
Never to be low.
Then I awake,
No beach, no feet in the sand;
Alone once again,
No hand in my hand.
Colin Cripps