• Oh isn’t this beach so sweet
    And this sand so pure.
    The water so nice
    And the whole world obscure?

    I see nothing for what it is
    Or isn’t the truth a lie?
    Im so surprised.
    If I were to die,
    Who would I find to be divine?

    This beach so sweet
    On a place so full,
    Of things mischievous
    And Cruel.

    Where do we go
    When this beach is
    Covered by regrets
    Of what’s been done?