[written in Galveston, USA]
soften the nature of my being,
beneath my feet you crumble,
hold the way of my path,
by waves you are cleansed...
if by wish that I could be,
any other than what I am,
if for only but a moment,
I know for certain what that'd be...
caress the soul of me inside,
you massage the pain I feel,
judge not for foul I commit,
edge of rocks you hide from me...
for every day your memories washed,
each morning all is new,
but I need your gift only once,
clear from me shadows of the past.