She walked along the shore, on a beach many years before,
Young and beautiful, her life seen before her eyes, some time ago.
Long dark hair with a smile that brightens up that which is in sight,
A simple life with the wind blowing through her hair, a lifetime ago.
Her name is Emma, she walks along the shore a different way now,
Shorter hair of a silver gray, a smile that is less as the years have taken,
Eyes that sparkle a little less with the sun going down on an aging life.
Her name is Emma, she walks much slower with the wind through her hair,
She may disappear but she will forever walk along the shore.