I have never seen the sea
I have never touched sand.
All I've known is grit and grime
of the urban wasteland.
How I long to taste the salty seas
and feel the sand run through my fingers
to me, this sounds of freedom
but your ghost still lingers
Like the echos of water that rocks hold
The shattered stones of not-yet-glass
as far as sight allows
as salty water poisons grass
Take me to the ocean