Texty: Miss May I. In Recognition.

The sand surrounding my feet drifting in the wind,
Looking at the ocean as the waves role by.
The same now asked/as before over and over again.
Meaning washed away with the hands of time.
Always the same, always the same

I miss the sight of the faces I know ..
Their voices, all the sounds that I cannot let go
So far away that the silence is ???
I hear them now the sound is so perfectly clear.

My thoughts everywhere but here,
Distant from where I am.
The path I follow now I've already seen
The same now asked/as before over and over again
Meaning washed away with the hands of time

They swear? not become memories,
They will not pay up? for failure to me.
They swear not become memories,
Because they are everything to me.
(Always the same)

I miss the sight of the faces I know
Their voices, all the sounds i cannot let go
So far away that the silence is ???
I hear them now the sound is so perfectly clear.