Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

The waves are taking me farther away from the shore and I'm getting real scared.

when i look at the waves i realize not every time it meets the shore, sometimes it even end before reaching it's destination.

and nothing can be more captivating than the waves hitting the shore

The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it.