A ceaseless roar deafens the ears,
Sitting by the sand.
The language of the ocean
Incomprehensible to man.
Windswept plains cannot compare
To the music of the sea.
City lights won\'t hold a flame
To her glistening majesty.
She lives within my bones.
She flows right through my veins.
Her salty shores, I do adore,
Within my heart she remains
Time won\'t erode the cacophony
Or Crescendos of flowing might!
I might, tonight,
Go See the sight
That I may feel alright.