“By the Seaside”

Verse 1  He lived as if the wind itself had known his name,  He laughed into the night beneath the golden sky,  He walked the shoreline barefoot, wild and unashamed,  As if each day was born without a reason why.  Salt on his jacket, and guitar chords on his hands,  Freedom in his eyes, smoke and a distant line,  A little reckless, but with a heart so grand,  And his pulse moved with the waves in perfect time. Pre-Chorus 1  And when the ocean whispered, “Don’t run away,”  He watched the sun go down and take the light from day. Chorus 1  He loved that crazy, laughing kind of life,  He loved when falling stars came diving through the night,  He loved to sing by the sea, loved the burning sunset glow,  Loved to keep some tenderness in every lovely soul.  And to the sound of guitars, with seagulls crying far,  He kissed his dreams the way you treasure a scar,  He was made for light, for music, for the road —  A rebel and a dreamer with a restless rock-and-roll soul. Verse 2  He often came to where the air still tasted warm,  Where all the sea poured blue across the sand below,  Where girls would watch him softly with a hidden charm,  And someone always believed more than he would show.  He sang to them of love without a single name,  Of how the night could warm a lonely human heart,  And in each tender glance, in every breath like flame,  He found another reason not to fall apart. Pre-Chorus 2  And when the city lights were dancing on the tide,  He caught those fleeting glances like the springtime in their eyes. Chorus 2  He loved that crazy, laughing kind of life,  Where every evening came like danger wrapped in light,  He loved to sing by the sea, loved to wait for sunsets there,  Loved to find inspiration in a stranger’s hidden stare.  And to the ring of guitar, beneath the silver moon,  He left his daring shadow in hearts too soon,  He was made for light, for music, for the road —  A rebel and a dreamer, wild and free in every note. Iterative Verse  Again the shore, again the night, again the waves that roll,  Again the strings, again the wind, again his fearless soul,  Again the laughter, dancing feet, the glances from the dark,  Again sweet invitations, again wild birds that spark.  Again the sunset bleeding red, again his heart takes flight,  Again too little, far too little, of this fierce and shining life,  Again the sea, again his youth, again the song inside his blood,  Again in every little wonder — love and freedom like a flood. Chorus 3  He loved that crazy, laughing kind of life,  Where kisses crash like ocean waves and always come alive,  He loved to sing by the sea, loved to drink the sunset down,  Loved to cast a spell upon the world with just one ringing sound.  And if the night called out, he answered without words,  He gave the wind his melodies and love that never blurred,  He was made for light, for music, for the road —  By the seaside he remained forever young in soul. Verse 3  And maybe years went by, and faces changed like rain,  But still that sunlit hunger burned inside his chest:  To walk toward the sky, unafraid of loss or pain,  To fall again in love and never ask for rest.  He knew as long as guitars sang beside the tide,  As long as sunsets burned above the edge of sea,  That boy with the eternal heart would still survive —  The one who chose love, freedom, and his destiny.