Horses and Sea Shells Horses and seashells and white billowing boat sails. They’ve always meant something to me. If someone will take your hand.  If you will if you can. You can set yourself free, yourself free. Memories, sweet memories, the kind that time can’t kill. The smile of love. The hope from above. These thing will live on still, live on still. Time is going it’s passing me by. But still I see it clear. The strength we’ve shared, from theses few days. I know we have nothing to fear, to fear. Horses and seashells and white billowing boat sails. They’ve always meant something to me. If someone will take your hand.  If you will if you can. You can set yourself free, yourself free.