sit upon a rock and gaze
out on the open sea,
gulls rest on a breeze
what is that but free,
wave and rock collide
at this the great divide,
time and tide has been
and gone, what is left we
walk now on.
stroll down the beach
your footprints I will seek
and when I\'ve heard what\'s
on your mind our friendship
intertwines with out-stretched
arms, you I will embrace at
this our special place.