Caspaaa
Active member
A revision of a revision of my personal favorite piece i've ever written....
When he was just a little kid,
he used to dream a little bit.
You could hear it in his voice, and the way that he spoke;
feel it in his heart, overfilled with hope.
She saw it in his eyes, in the way he used to stare.
He promised that he'd take her there.
As the boy walked along the shallow shore,
he dreamed of days that were like before.
A troubled conscience, he cast his fears beneath the sea,
or let them fly the countryside, carried by the summer breeze.
A year would pass on the lonely beach,
and his dreams seemed so far out of reach,
with the loss of ninety miles heavy on his chest,
slowly slipping under all the rest.
He was all that she had left,
but she was all that he had left.
When he was just a little kid,
he used to dream just a litte bit;
of stolen hopes and broken homes
as he walked along those sandy stones.
Lips shaking in the frozen air,
he promised that he'd take her there.
Far away from fear and pain,
miles from the coming rain;
hidden from the hurt she once had felt,
hidden from... the hurt she felt.
When he was just a little kid,
he used to dream quite a bit;
of a girl in the sand, the breeze through her hair,
he promised her he'd take her there.
Now the storms have passed, and the sea is calm.
He sits on the beach, with a picture in his palm.
He clings to the memories, as if they'll save her life;
five years later he grips the recollection of that night.
Tear streak his face as he stands up to leave,
and with a saddening composure, he drops his heart into the sea.
He knew that she had never cared,
but he had promised her he'd take her there.
When he was just a little kid,
he used to dream a little bit.
You could hear it in his voice, and the way that he spoke;
feel it in his heart, overfilled with hope.
She saw it in his eyes, in the way he used to stare.
He promised that he'd take her there.
As the boy walked along the shallow shore,
he dreamed of days that were like before.
A troubled conscience, he cast his fears beneath the sea,
or let them fly the countryside, carried by the summer breeze.
A year would pass on the lonely beach,
and his dreams seemed so far out of reach,
with the loss of ninety miles heavy on his chest,
slowly slipping under all the rest.
He was all that she had left,
but she was all that he had left.
When he was just a little kid,
he used to dream just a litte bit;
of stolen hopes and broken homes
as he walked along those sandy stones.
Lips shaking in the frozen air,
he promised that he'd take her there.
Far away from fear and pain,
miles from the coming rain;
hidden from the hurt she once had felt,
hidden from... the hurt she felt.
When he was just a little kid,
he used to dream quite a bit;
of a girl in the sand, the breeze through her hair,
he promised her he'd take her there.
Now the storms have passed, and the sea is calm.
He sits on the beach, with a picture in his palm.
He clings to the memories, as if they'll save her life;
five years later he grips the recollection of that night.
Tear streak his face as he stands up to leave,
and with a saddening composure, he drops his heart into the sea.
He knew that she had never cared,
but he had promised her he'd take her there.