Sea Song

One hand on his guitar and the other in mine.

We ran to shore, and he sat me on the ocean line.

The water hit his ankles and tinkled my toes.

Then he pulled his guitar in-front of him, and poked my nose.

He open his mouth, and what came out

I closed my eyes, and knew what it was about.

The sun started to set, and his song came to an end.

But the way he took my hand and led me out to sea, something good was about to begin.