The Sea-Shell Game
The tide came in and took our towers made of sand,
Like some mad giant smashing castles with his hand,
While our drifting dreams were drowning in the waves,
The ocean took our castles to their graves.
I wrote the letters of your name upon the shore,
But the tide erased my message with a roar,
And after it had rolled away, it left behind
A shifting beach of shining shells for us to find.
One of us has changed, and one is still the same:
We really never win or lose the sea-shell game.
We tried to hear ourselves above the pounding sea,
All we heard were echoes of what used to be;
Our bodies came together like they used to do,
But all we heard was silence after we were through.
One of us has changed, and one is still the same:
We never really win or lose the sea-shell game.
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