LYRIC FOR SALE

By R.M.Alwyn

In the arms of the fleeting wind,
And we all embrace,
Loved ones in the rain
let out a sigh.
Dreams meet reality
in this sacred place,
Looking out to sea,
we say goodbye.

A lily sits on the cliff face,
Clinging to the stone,
Watching clouds race by,
we stand there all alone.
The rain’s gentle kiss
helps to bring us peace,
In solitude, we find comfort,
inner sadness released.

In the arms of the fleeting wind,
And we all embrace,
Loved ones in the rain
let out a sigh.
Dreams meet reality
in this sacred place,
Looking out to sea,
we say goodbye.

Droplets soothe our weary minds,
tears fall to the ground,
Mixing with the rain,
our sorrows know no bounds.
In the sanctuary of nature,
a haven of grace,
the untamed beauty
of this special place.

Beyond the horizon, dreams take flight,
Friends not lost; in the wind they unite.
Spirits soaring high amongst the clouds' embrace,
In the dewdrops, their presence we trace.

Alone but never truly in this rugged land,
Absent friends forever with us hand in hand.
Amidst the Marram grass, their essence unites,
Whispers in the breeze, our memories take flight.

In the arms of the fleeting wind,
And we all embrace,
Loved ones in the rain
let out a sigh.
Dreams meet reality
in this sacred place,
Looking out to sea,
we say goodbye.

Looking out to sea,
we say goodbye.