Tide

Beaches sceams, cursing the night. "Memories buried in the wravering wash of time". Forgot what you were calling me that night. Like sand covering with the tide. We lost what was in sight, But knew we're right there It only takes time, For bad "Memories buried in the wravering wash of time" Sand and years cover them. Let the good wravering memoires Show our light. It was most of our life. I know we will be buried side by side. We were wash by the tide.