A keresés eredménye

Fame

I was walking on the beach, low tide
And down past the curve, I wrote a verse on the sand.
And in that very verse, I wrote what my mind thought
And my soul desired
And when the tide was high up
I returned to that beach again
And I found nothing of what I'd written
The only thing I found was the signs of the rod of the one who once walked there as a blind fellow