She sells seashells by the sea shore

An empty shell
Hears the echoes of the heart

The wind blows
And sings a song

I hold it close to my ear
And hear your smiles

The drum roll of passion
The soft whisper of eternity

Swirls around

I hold it close to my ear
And hear your understanding

The drum roll of appreciation
The soft whisper of equality

Swirls around

I hold it close to my ear
And hear your confusion

The drum roll of execution
The soft whisper of penitence

Swirls around

I hold it close to my ear
And don’t hear you cry

The drum roll …
The soft whisper …

Swirls around

The waves wash in
But still, the notes echoes on