As I walked on life’s long beach
I can feel each trouble and toil I have in each step
I anticipate the cold gust, ever sapping the warmth away
The warmth is what I seek on life’s beach
On life’s beach clouds block out the rays of the sun making the cold gust colder
As I walk on the soft wet sand
Every movement and action imprinting and marking every step I take
Only life’s thrashing and rushing sea can erase your steps
Prepare for what comes and the strong sea will erase what was bad
Rather than the wanderers steps, whose steps has no purpose and direction
Imprinting insignificant steps and making no notice of who he is
With a direction, all good is shown and all people will know the one that prepared