Asbury As Buried

Below the wavy whispers in the melancholy sea Sinks the timeless place where ships were once sailing fast and free In the empty broken buildings glass and garbage thrown about No one looking out the windows Only seabirds scream and shout Once the sidewalks teamed with tourists Once the cotton candy flowed Once the happy funhouse flourished Once a long long time ago Now we pick up shards of broken dreams And put them in our coats Wetake them home and so it seems We carry on their hopes.