When words loose their meaning and turn into sand,Do you wait for the ocean to tide or let it slip through your hand?
All I know is that apologies and regrets are taken redundantly
Just words on a page can be fiction, movement is the key
to unlocking a chest full of treasures & gold
Maybe then, you can seek shelter from the miserable cold
But yet you sit still, just like a lake,
preserving your pride is a sad mistake,
Because you could be happy, like a walk on the beach
Because you could be happy, like a walk on the beach
if only you could tear down the dam and just reach.
