Two red flags waving on the shore
Change to white signaling a love no more
Marking where two lovers once guarded their castle strong
But wave after wave it eroded away
And now it is gone

Where no ocean breeze brings relief
Where no moonlit tide rests the mind
Separated and drifting further away
Gone, into the fog of gloomy gray
Into the fog of gloomy gray

No sunny, long walks on the beach
Only fists full of mist left within reach
No strong storms brewing in the eyes of tangled up hearts
Just emotional waves hiding day after day
Pushing them apart

Where no ocean breeze brings relief
Where no moonlit tide rests the mind
Separated and drifting further away
Gone, into the fog of gloomy gray
Into the fog of gloomy gray

Behind the lines

Red flag marriages going separate ways and all the cloudy emotions that follow.

But this I call to mind,
and therefore I have hope:
The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
“The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in him (Lamentations 3:21-24).”