The ocean waves crash on the silver shore,

Water rushing over my toes,

Chilled, I stand,

Though the sun attempts to ease my woes.

Alone, I stand on shifting sand,

With no place to call my own,

No longer a home,

No longer the place where I’ve grown.

The breeze whispers across my face,

As I smile at the endless sea—

No other place,

No home left for me.

Someday,

I think,

Someday,

I’ll find a home,

Beyond the vast, endless sea.