• It brushes the sand
    As it reflects on its age
    It has been here
    Since the first day

    It cools the fires
    Within our souls
    It's a grave for those
    Who have paid the toll

    It has seen many things
    Stories, never been told
    But those we know
    Are now ancient cold

    It'll be here
    Long after we're gone
    It's the sea
    Life goes on