diverdown
05-31-2005, 07:41 PM
Standing on the sand looking out to sea, helps me know the reason that I be.
Waves washing the shore clean, helps me to know what life means.
Sun and surf, wind and sand, reminds me that, in his hand is life and birth, and all the rest.
The beach is a place for fun and tan where elements meet the skin of man and where life stands still for only a time, then God will finish this rhyme.
Waves washing the shore clean, helps me to know what life means.
Sun and surf, wind and sand, reminds me that, in his hand is life and birth, and all the rest.
The beach is a place for fun and tan where elements meet the skin of man and where life stands still for only a time, then God will finish this rhyme.