While walking the world,
I stopped on the part of the East.
Sand burning, my toes are curled,
Waves lapping gently on my feet.
Sometime around the red past time,
My sand castle was built right here.
I try to recall the memoried of mine,
But every thought is crumbled with fear.
The night she flew in the waves lapping peace,
The storming rage took force.
The storm and my grandmother meet,
Making memories worse.
Now where should the sand castle be,
The one who taught me is gone,
But I remember her telling me,
Giving up is wrong.
Excetional feeling tug at my hands,
Dress is dripping wet.
No care is cared on the face of this land,
I shall not feel or fret.
Now it's done, a castle for my calmness,
A tower my dear can rest in, each year,
Fufilling the Sand Castle Promise.
