Out by the sea and sand i used to know. Remembering beautiful times long gone,

amidst an uncertain present often dripping with chilling dread

there is a beautiful thing happening here, i didn't even know.

something brimming with joy and connection in a sphere just out of my reach

if the world is still here next time around i hope i can be a part of it

i'm sick of missing out on life trembling with fear in a small dark corner

the next time i stand on this lonely beach i want to be a part of the party further down the shore

the shore i know is waiting for me to be me

if i am still here the next time around, I want to be a part of the world