In Waves We Go Under
We hid in the caves
We played in the waves
We swam until we
Could swim no more
I reached for your hand
My hair filled with sand
Sun Shining down
On the shore
Like children in flight
Hearts filled with delight
We loved until
Our spirits did soar
Lost in your brown eyes
My heart was so high
I held you
And asked for no more
Before the threshold
In new days of old
Your smile filled mere
With love so pure
With you on this beach
I know we could reach
To brothers and sisters
Ashore
So hear the pied piper
The fruit it grows riper
I love you
I know that I’m sure
So come take my hand
We’ll travel the land
And love
Until we can love no more
Written by David Penn on the coast of Ecuador in 1992
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