I climbed atop a lonely hill
And stood before the sea
And as I looked down at my feet,
The sea called back to me.
It said,
"Waste not your miracles,
Waste not your chance to be."
And then,
I stared across the sea
And felt, at last, at peace.
And stood before the sea
And as I looked down at my feet,
The sea called back to me.
It said,
"Waste not your miracles,
Waste not your chance to be."
And then,
I stared across the sea
And felt, at last, at peace.