I am falling to the sea
Feel sand crushing beneath me
my feet are buried deep so I can't move
How about Sailing?
How about surfing these waves?
How about riding the sands with me?
I am stranded on brown plains.
The grass is dead, its gone away.
But hope is found in the storm clouds that come.
How about running?
How about sculpting in dust?
How about watching the clouds with me?
I am being pulled to the sky.
The wind is acting as my guide.
Surrounding me and pushing me to soar.
How about planting?
How about laying some stones?
How about building our wings to fly?
How about sailing?
How about sculpting in dust?
How about building our wings and flying?
*LISTEN*