She told a tale of her forgotten youth

where she ran free and far away from her troubles

She recalls days of the sun and warmth

days of happiness and blowing bubbles

waves clash restlessly onto the sand

leaving behind treasures of past

wiping away the problems that land 

rushing onto the shore, the MEMORIES holding fast

they all call out to Her, Yelling and Screeching

MEMORIES tug, wishing to be free

they Pull and Push, Fighting and Reaching

She ran far away, knowing she’ll always return to The Sea

for no matter how far away She roams

The Sea is there to guide her home