The Sand And The Foam

Dawn...like an angel Lights on the step Muting the morning she heralds Dew on the gra*s Like the tears the night wept Gone long before The day wears old. Times stills the singing A child holds so dear And I'm just beginning to hear Gone are the pathways The child followed home Gone, like the sand and the foam. Pressed in the pages Of some aging text Lies an old lily, crumbling Marking a moment Of childish respects Long since betrayed and forgotten. Times stills the singing A child holds so dear And I'm just beginning to hear Gone are the pathways The child followed home Gone, like the sand and the foam. Dawn...like an angel Lights on the step Muting the morning she heralds Dew on the gra*s Like the tears the night wept Gone long before The day wears old. Times stills the singing A child holds so dear And I'm just beginning to hear Gone are the pathways The child followed home Gone, like the sand and the foam Gone, like the sand Gone, like the sand and the foam.