The Real Shore
You stand on the true beach. The sand is soft. The sea is gray and quiet.
The red lighthouse is gone. Only waves and wind stay.
Then a small voice whispers, "Thank you." You smile. The dream is free now. So are you.
You stand on the true beach. The sand is soft. The sea is gray and quiet.
The red lighthouse is gone. Only waves and wind stay.
Then a small voice whispers, "Thank you." You smile. The dream is free now. So are you.