Amber

Ambers in the sand, try pick them up by hand I know some things are noxious and some rare So handle it with care, don't lose it or I swear My heart's a thing you could Have called your own My heart's a thing you could Have called your own My heart's a thing you could Have called your own Seeds upon a stone, won't blossom by their own Accepting it, was part of growing old Ancient stories tell, those towers ring a bell When fire comes to burn the hopes you had Take it as it is, and so the story ends My heart's a thing you could Have called your own My heart's a thing you could Have called your own Your own You could have called it your own So let us turn the page