On every dune she wrote his name
but life was a bittersweet game,
her love for him wasn’t lame,
his ignorance was all to blame.
On those dunes she drew her heart,
But those waves tore her love apart,
He watched from the rampart,
Grieving about what he had to part.
Each sand grain thirsted her tear,
Sound of death made her fear,
Only his repentance could get them near,
He felt that he doesn’t belong here.
He arrived like a bullet from the gun,
Closed her eyes to conceal the dying sun,
She acted like he made her heart run,
Every finger came off revealing the rising moon.
Echoes of his love for her were grand,
Together they built castles on sand,
Burying those shadows that made their life bland,
Along the shoreline they walked hand-in-hand.
Two hearts moulded as one like clay,
Together they dreamed of their children play,
Their thoughts were now filled with gay,
It ain’t beyond the star-lit skies heaven lay.
