Castles Of Sand .....

Oh I miss those laughing days,

white sands and blue sea upon I gaze,

wind through my hair,warm sun rays,

a perfect place where a child plays.



My bucket filled with pearly sand,

my small shovel in my small hand,

the dreams in my mind so grand,

I begin building what I planned.



A mighty castle overlooking the sea,

high towers expand what my eyes can see,

high walls from rage of the water protects me,

this is where I would live, my home it'll be.



So mean, the waves on shore,

what I have built became no more,

stubborn, I try again, until my arms are sore,

I guess when I fell tired, they won that war.



Oh I miss those days under the yellow sun,

when building sand castles was just for fun,

when I felt no bitterness when the sea the war won,

now, from building things that goes away I'm done.