• Laying down in the valley,
    with a few good friends.
    We're talking of our future,
    as if there is no end.
    I feel a colder breeze,
    I move to the side.
    It warned me of danger...
    Danger I did hide.
    I smell salt from by the ocean,
    smashing the rock wall.
    I run up hill and watch the tide,
    above my friends fall.
    It makes it's way quick,
    to the top of the hill.
    Death now comes upon me...
    It claims me still...