Beach House

The sand has touched the ocean floor

I wonder how it's like

To feel my feet upon the shore

And let the sand glide by

So much for the social norms

Authorities Deceased 

For I have been a king to all

Until it reduced to me and thee

Had we been built forever

Today we might have been together

Left alone witnessing the beautiful ocean

Not a single soul to drive my emotion

Fatigued by the heavy air

It's time to let you go

In the hot sand of Bahamas

Lavender starts to grow