We made our way over the sand
Our hearts skipping stones on the surface of time
We watched them sink,
beyond our site,
below a glistening waterline.
Each one we threw, held a promise within
cast as far as our strength could take
Toward the horizon, side by side
We kept our fingers intertwined,
In case those thin threads of hope would break.
One day we’ll follow our hearts back to the coast,
to gather those moments we loved the most
we’ll drop our lines into the deep
and reclaim the treasure that we seek
before time turns us into ghosts.
