They called us the world breakers,
who shook the tried and true
and broke the ancient wisdom,
that the elders never knew.
But as I walk the beach today
the judgement seems to cold
just look at this shore,
ever new but old.
the waves come crashing down,
your new sand-castle king-dom
is gone when you return.
ages will go and ages will come.
Along the high tide line,
a treasure trove I find,
for every change brings old and new,
to resurface in our minds.
If we are windswept breakers,
the icon of the sea,
then this is what we are,
and will always be.
they call us world breakers
who cracked the world shell,
but don't you know it may...
may turn out just as well?