You can find me with the ebbing tide
Among the shadows of our lives
Collecting sea shells from the shore,
Until I find what I’ve been looking for.

Slow setting sun and breeze against the sand
Finding shells to sparkle in my hand
There was always one that got away,
Something I wasn’t meant to take that day.

Thirteen white shells with a stripe
Each unique in its own sight
Don’t tell me that they’re all the same,
‘Cause they’ve all found a different way.

Footprints in the sand and shade
But look away, and the prints will fade
There was writing by the shore today,
Can you tell me why the letters wash away?

 
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