Rolling Waves of the Sea,
You glide ever so gracefully.
With the sun you shine,
Brighter than the sun that sits on the skyline.
How beautiful those waves are,
Looking afar.
But all too soon,
At your feet before afternoon.
Gazing upon those lovely waves,
You feel enslaved.
\"Time To Go\",
Your mother says with a voice aglow,
With a picture portrayed in your mind,
You go home and paint that picture confined.