They walked along the beach, each on their own, and searched for a new morning.
They saw the others footsteps, and they did follow, and they did search and find.
A companion to hold their hands, someone to dry their tears, someone to share their smile.
Arms to hold at sunset, a kiss in the morning, a fire of passion to warm at nightfall.
They held each others hands, looked out at the ocean, and they walked in the others love.
They looked into each others eyes, and shared a kiss, but they missed the coming of the storm.
The waves and wind did tear at them, did disrupt their entwined fingers, broke their fragile hands.
They tried to hold, they fought the forces they encountered, but they were too weak.
Now the storm did pass and we lie here, parted and lonely, without that much hope.
Aren’t you sad… ?