In the telling of your story There is so much that's lost There's an ocean in between The seen and unseen That's as deep as the loss was To you so young I just see a shell
Can't really get the picture I've nothing to compare Can't say I understand Have no hand to lend You had more than your fair share For one so young But you do it all so well
I fold things just like my mother Into two then into three I don't know why I do But then I think of you And what it takes to be free From all you've learned But you know it all too well
In the telling of your story You say there's so much more Then you curl away from me To some deeper sea And I'm here on the foreshore Till your return I just see a shell
