Waves thrashing against us in a perpetual motion.
Drops of white foam are rescue back to the ocean.
Seeking for answers within the surf of our beach.
The solution is a mirage beyond the minds reach.
Mixing the sounds while feeling the warm sand.
Toasting like slice bread for another perfect tan.
The seagulls cries along with this natural band.
for us drawing hearts with a hand.
PS. If I lose you I will lose me.
We were always meant to be