Fresh air, pebbled beach,
tranquil and still by the shore.
Far from trouble, out of reach.
Sitting still on the pebbled beach.
A gentle breeze touches my skin,
caressing and freeing every pore.
I can finally let go of every emotion,
with the crashing and swaying of the ocean.
As the sunset fades on the pebbled beach,
I imagine everything I adore
Which is everything you stand for, everything you preach
I hear your voice, your breath, your heart, your speech.
The wind carries your calming tone felt from within.
It pures my soul, though I'm still trapped by your allure.
Although you're not here, you're out of reach.
I still hear your whispers, on the pebbled beach.