She walks down the beach
Thinking of what she almost had but now has lost
The waves lap against her smooth skin
As the wind begins to blow
She looks out across the water
Wondering what it would have been like
To feel his arms around her tight
Sitting on the beach
Him protecting her from the wind
They were only eighteen
But they had a plan
They wanted to spend
Their whole life together
But then the war started
He had to go
They wrote letters
Til the day she got a telegram
Saying that his groups truck had been bombed
There were no survivors
They had planned
To get married on this beach
Just as the sun started to go down
With the burning reds and oranges
That would show their passion for each other
But now all she would do here
Is walk along the beach
With the water hitting her smooth skin
As the wind begins to blow her hair
Thinking of what she almost had
But now had lost.
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