She was the rose that was out of my reach.
In a cove on a isolated beach.
I've been looking far and wide.
For this rose to be by my side.
But I'm running out of time soon.
The shore is rising with every full moon.
She will be washed away and I'll never see.
The rose that is beautiful as can be.
So as I sail on the waves to find her.
I think back and try to remember.
The stories they told me of the rose.
And hope I'm on the right path that I chose.
The beach is within my sight.
I run to the cove with all my might.
And find her sitting on a rock.
The rose blooms when our eye's lock.
