Texty: Stavesacre. Sand Dollar.

The sun, the air, the faithful crashing of waves
Carefree comforted knowing eyes watched over me
Even now I taste the salt on my lips being dried by the sun
An ocean limitless, taking me back to better days seems so far away

Somehow, somewhere I've lost a part of me
Got caught up in this twisted place and lost simplicity
The things I've seen have tainted everything
I think I gave up living

When life is stained can it be cleaned?
Want to know if I can
Set aright a life that's gone so wrong
In a way, start again

If not what is left?
I can do it on my own, I could long ago
I'm sure that I have tried
The sun, the air, the faithful crashing of waves

Remind me of a child that I'd love to be again
Only now finding comfort and peace
In trusting a God I'd even more that I might see
And even more than better days to trust again