February 24th
When you return from
across the sea,
strum the waves
like I strum my guitar strings.
I wade by the shore,
hoping my song
guides you back.
When you tire of me,
Leave, but
I’ll be waiting,
listening for you
strumming the waves
like I strum my guitar strings.
When you return from
across the sea,
strum the waves
like I strum my guitar strings.
I wade by the shore,
hoping my song
guides you back.
When you tire of me,
Leave, but
I’ll be waiting,
listening for you
strumming the waves
like I strum my guitar strings.