All waves have passed, and here I stand.
Last castle standing in the sand.
My twig held colors, still they fly.
And soon the world shall all know I;
Shall fear no swell, nor break on shore.
They shall not tear down my sand-mented door.
Dad… dad look, right over there. One castle left,
so do you dare? I’ll go, I’ll smash, oh here I come!
What do you think Dad, should I jump?
Just leap and bound son, don’t be scared.
That castle there, it shall not fare.
High tide still has three hours ware.
And even if the breaks don’t reach;
Look son, that storm, heads towards this beach.