La Marea

Crystal teardrops and sandy shoes
make the girl that I thought I once knew but
the tide is ever changing when I stand
and let my hand
fall lifelessly to my side and then
sing the song she'd like me to.

A wooden bookcase on the wall,
the empty journals dusted faithfully, and all
the memories wrapped up in white tissue and
strings
of everything, everything that made you.

I close my eyes and pretend that we
are sitting, legs swinging
over that long stretch of gray stone by the sea
and yes, we're singing
that song we know about grace and free.

What are you now...

Crystal teardrops and sandy shoes
make the girl I thought I once knew but
the tide is far from reach
and it's lonely there along the empty beach
no one by your side to say
I've been there too, He'll make a way...