Waves crash into the shore lightly shaking the Earth,
Tourist’s chatter fills the room,
The smell of Savannah Sweets invades my senses.
How many people have walked this road before me?

The bright rays of beaming sunlight permeate my skin, seeping into my pores.
The fluorescent lights in the inviting shops casts rays down on the tempting merchandise.
How many people have walked this road before me?

The sound of laughing children overruns my ears,
The sound of crashing waves fills my soul.
River Street quells me as I sit by the ocean.
How many people have walked this road before me?

Hurry,
Hurry,
Hurry!