The setting sun over the horizon
Gazing out upon the vastness, missing someone
The smell of the sea
An eerie emptiness, just me
I bend down and pick up a pebble
With a smile that would fit any rebel
The pebble and the man
Not really knowing their role in Gods plan?
The cry off the seagull above
The sea breeze feeds my love
The pebble and the man
Must have a purpose in Gods plan?
The elements around me
Looking out from the shore into the sea
The setting sun
I miss you son
I miss you too, mum.