Beau’s Song

Four rows of shells sway in the wind
Thoughts of her fill my mind
Fawn coloured hair that soft vacant stare
How she longs for paradise

Oh, let the seasons wash her now
She has grown beyond her years
Oh, let the straight lines lead her now
She will over come her fears
If she wants to

Four in the morning there's no turning back
Now she knows
Filled with a yearning she's learned
But can't quite make it alone

Oh, how the winter gets her down
When she can't feel her feet
Treading ever so carefully
As though she's searching for the ground
To feel safe and sound

In years to come who will she be
Will she know me
Cause her life will hold a higher stance
Of this I'm sure

Cause my heart is made of rose coloured glass
Some might say it will break
If my love belongs to her
Then it's safe, then it's safe, then it's safe