I went to the water’s edge and set my soul
to the waves and sands that move in time
without regret or to disguise. And in the
breeze of beach’s glow, the mist re-breathed
the heart to go. To go.
It Isn't Always Pretty, But It's Perfect
I went to the water’s edge and set my soul
to the waves and sands that move in time
without regret or to disguise. And in the
breeze of beach’s glow, the mist re-breathed
the heart to go. To go.
On This Path 