Salt-worn edges curl and break
Against the patient shore's embrace
Each wave a story, each crest a sigh
Carrying echoes from distant skies
Rhythms older than memory
Pulse beneath my watching feet
Salt-worn edges curl and break
Against the patient shore's embrace
Each wave a story, each crest a sigh
Carrying echoes from distant skies
Rhythms older than memory
Pulse beneath my watching feet