The Beach

The beach
Beckons
to the weary heart
to the brooding lad
the lonely heart that hungers to feel
Soft waves lapping at her feet,
Salty air brushing on her lips.

Replenish your soul
The beach beckons
Wash your dirty feet
Quench your thirsty heart
Bury your worries under the sand
Forget your pains, leave 'em all behind.

Won't you come with me?
Take my hand, into the sand
We will build our castle
With a moat and a drawbridge
Come with me
The beach beckons.