I see you've found me a few times more
spared me a long walk back
along the ocean shore
though it occurs to me now,
my foot prints, they do not stay
the tide has come
and washed them all away
but this has not led to my dismay
the fact you cannot come out to play .
i come here often,
because I've no where else to go
besides there's something i needed to show
these little shells that were hidden among the sand
they are pretty, smaller, in my hand .
though i should have left them untouched and unknown
but if i had not seen them, someone else would've taken them home
but because i am young,
foolish and kind ..
these shells are pretty ..
and you are mine .
so you can have some ,
think of them from me
and I'll think of my footprints
washed away by the sea
