The Original Strand - Birdie

I left my room once again

For the sound draws me away

Grey morning, cloaking the city

A distant strand, calling my name

Today

As I wander through again

Streets have become the same

No longer, a part of the city

The ocean, is calling my name

Today

At my doorstep once again

For this time I still remain

Grey morning, cloaking the city

A distant strand, calling my name

Today