I’m walking down the beach,
After a long summer day.
The cold sand squishes between my toes,
And the cool breeze blows through my hair.
The sun is setting,
And glorious colors are splashed in the sky.
What a beautiful sight to see,
A postcard worthy scene.
But I can’t help but think,
Would this walk be better,
If I had someone to walk with,
Or a hand to hold?
