Gold Lines

We wrote our dreams in gold lines on the sand

A map of forever traced by unsteady hands

The tide rolled in, soft as a lullaby

Washing away the promises we swore couldn't die

Your laughter was a lighthouse, guiding me through

But even lighthouses can fall to the blue

Now I'm stranded, holding onto grains of time

Searching for the echoes of when you were mine

Gold lines in the sand, lost to the sea

Carried by the waves where you'll never be

They shimmer and break, but I still believe