What's that sound...

Can you hear that sound
the whisper weeping coming from the shore
its the sound of broken dreams
dashed on the cliffs of reality

can you feel them when you walk on the sand
the millions of dreams that have been ground to dust
can you soak all the imagination up that you never had
can you hear them all weeping in unison

The harder you hold them the more they slip away
its because they are not yours to realize
they will never be more then food for the sea
they are not yours their mine you see