Lorna

Separations

The waves pull in and the waves pull out

And the sea\'s hand cups your sturdy boat

I cannot take to the sea to roam

So must walk back in the dust alone

Back on the path that leads to home

And turning there hear the gulls far cries

As time and circumstance separates lives

You have no choice you have to go

I have no choice life welds it so

And the sun will set and the sun will rise

And the clouds change shapes

And the winds will sigh