We watch other people’s children
Mourn their futile endeavour,
As feeble dams break and the tide
Takes their cherished castles.

We watch other people’s children
Mourn their futile endeavour,
As feeble dams break and the tide
Takes their cherished castles.
We watch children mourn their futile endeavour as the tide engulfs their sandcastles. Ellie lies with me as the water laps at our feet and we find his ghost in the clouds.