The Marina looks Just as it used to be A never-ending blue Turbulent at times Sometimes silent Mysterious Again this evening.
Years back I stood Somewhere along there The golden sands tickling my feet Clinging on to papa's arm Waiting for the big white wave That comes from somewhere And goes off somewhere A little excited, a little scared As it neared - But papa was there.
Now, I stand along there The white wave takes so long to come by The sands don't tickle anymore Oh ! and papa's no more...
