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A place where I feel most at home, is the beach.
The beach is where you'll find me, if I ever go missing.
The beach is where I feel most at home. I never feel alone.
Cause it's the only place iv been able to go, when I was lost,
It's where id be found. It's where my life would fade away,
As time seemed to freeze as the hours slipped away.
I would stay for as long as I could, I'd walk the sandy shores-
Barefoot, letting the sand sting me slightly, as I continue-
Down the beach, hoping nobody would find me.

I'd pass little children making sandcastles with smiles-
On their faces, as the sun rays beat down.
I'd smile and wave and continue on my way.
I'd pick up a pail and pick up the seashells that caught my eye.
Beautifull little things hand crafted by the sea.
No one alike, each different by a slight degree.
I'd fill it to the top, and I'd find a secluded spot, to sit down and be alone.
I'd sit on the wet shore where the tide would splash my feet, the warm water surrounding me.
I'd take each shell out, and trace my fingers over each smooth and rough edge, each curve, each dip,
And I'd feel with my hands, and see threw my eyes, the beauty of each shell, as I'd through it back into the ocean.

Sand castles, sea shells, waves of dark blue, with foam of bubbles that turn white,
When the waves crash towards you. Is the ocean as it meets the sandy shore, and it combines
And makes the beach, a place where I never want to leave.

Cause the place where I feel most at home, is the beach.