I shift the sand and see… What is meant, and not meant, to be. The world in glory, Life ahead, Delicate matters, A morning in bed. I trip the light fantastic, And it takes me to a new plain, “What is, is what is” I say, Everything else is in vain. As the sand runs through my fingers, I remember old dreams that linger… Tales of old and new combine, Creating a new type of sublime high. Life is… What it is. And no drifting sand can change it – But perhaps it can shape it. As I brush the last grains from my hands, I feel the roughness of the sand. The small reminder that life can be rough – And that we all, in our ways, Can be tough.
The storm hits With heavy blows and rain But yet you try to sound happy on the phone call While being within it The storm suddenly came So you can't react You far away from home So you can't get the umbrella to attack Then your phone rings It's your mom Make a smile, sounds present Have a happy face on You sound happy Like it's no big deal Even though the storm pound you down And the pain is real You dread the question of 'what's wrong?' And you tried to make up a lie When it's clear that you are in the storm And pouring hard outside You try not to cry And try to bring the Sun from your voice Sometimes we don't want to answer the question And that's our choice. I don't need encouragement I just need time to cry When the storm suddenly hits And it's raining outside In. My. Mind.
With everything going on, she wants someone to listen She wants somebody to understand her frustration To some she only wants attention But she looking for advice so she tries to find information. But her hands are tied starting by evil eyes Laughing her face And laughing from behind Their laughter is so loud that they can't hear her cry But really they just want to kill her from the inside With everything going on, she wants someone to listen She wants somebody to understand her frustration To some she only wants attention But she looking for advice so she tries to find information. She feels like a prison cell A different version of hell To them, she is just entertainment so they really don't care She's just a damaged animal just like that bamboo She can go to the zoo Cuz she will say 'I feel for you' With everything going on, she wants someone to listen She wants somebody to understand her frustration To some she only wants attention But she looking for advice so she tries