seashells (Grandma's song)

She used to collect seashells

Take a trip to the ocean shore

She could let her worries fade

As the mighty ocean roared and roared

She used to believe in her big dreams

Had to shut out the voices within

She could tell herself to shine

As the whole world listened in

And now they sit in a porcelain dish on her oak pressed desk

And those painted shells are now memories of her

That you can hold in your hands

   

She used to look for miracles

Took her a journey to find

She thought it all was possible

If she let go of her mind

She used to collect seashells

Found solace in the night

She could keep her memories close

As life would soon take flight

She’s calling

She’s calling

She’s calling

She’s calling

She’s calling

She’s calling

She’s still looking for seashells

She got lost in the plight

She’s waiting for miracles

A Hail Mary comes in the night