The Singer's Token

I look down on the empty beach
The prints of our music are still in the sand
Left there where the water won't reach
I hold my heart in my hand
Broken

I hear his echo linger
Covering the beach in a mist
A man of different names, he was my Singer
Then the storm came, a raging pounding fist
Soaken

I turn away from the beach, towards a new goal
My heart is new now and whole
He left the harmonies within me
Reaching from my soul, I am hearing
That no one else could see
I can sing now, never fearing
Token