By Jared Dompreh
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Along the shoreline.
Down, down, down,
Down I dig into the sand.
I have lost a treasure,
And I am trying to find where it was tossed.
Under the sand? In the watery deep?
Where could this treasure be?
There is no finding it,
Because this treasure has gone into a place
Of no return or reclaim.
This lost treasure is just like hope.
It can be tossed aside and never found by its owner.
A stranger will stumble across it
Then take it as a gift--
A gift that was used to make
A person believe
Again.
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Along the shoreline.
Down, down, down,
Down I dig into the sand.
I have lost a treasure,
And I am trying to find where it was tossed.
Under the sand? In the watery deep?
Where could this treasure be?
There is no finding it,
Because this treasure has gone into a place
Of no return or reclaim.
This lost treasure is just like hope.
It can be tossed aside and never found by its owner.
A stranger will stumble across it
Then take it as a gift--
A gift that was used to make
A person believe
Again.