Waves have unseen magic
Beaches have wisdom and powers that could be described as dramatic
Yet beaches are constantly drowned by waves
Beaches are considered slaves
But everything is controlled by something
Everybody has some sort of master controlling them by some sort of invisible string
Beaches controlled by the waves, waves controlled by the moon
And the beaches know that one day the waves will meet their doom
So the beaches just sit there, being drowned, not saying a word because they know, they know that the waves will stop someday
