The Original Strand
I left my room once again
For the sound draws me away
Grey morning, cloaking the city
A distant strand, calling my name
Today
As I wander through again
Streets have become the same
No longer, a part of the city
The ocean, is calling my name
Today
At my doorstep once again
For this time I still remain
Grey morning, cloaking the city
A distant strand, calling my name
Today