In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
I saw you walking to the beach
the wind upon your unclothed skin
salt from the sea in the air
sand between your sea-drenched toes
waves catching you unaware
scent of summer in your hair
I saw you walking to the beach
on hometown sidewalks made of dirt
you chose to let the ocean keep
you away from a world of hurt
sunlight fading your old t-shirt
I will always wish that I was younger
the same age as my youthful heart
I will always feel the hunger
for a love that will not part
make me unafraid to start
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