Watch the trees blow in the wind,
the sun sparkle on the river water,
how the sun sparklies off your face,
watch how the wind pushes the water flow,
down the edge of the water fall, in the dead it all ends somewhere,
along another river side...were the flowers bloom and watch how all the leaves grow back,Spring is the birth of new beginnings.
Walk swiftly twards the moon.
Walk against the wind.
Walk against the rain.
As you walking trying not to cry...
Walking swifly twards the moon.
Blasting you music as loud as you can.
Almost enough to blow your ears out.
While walking twards the moon.
While you cry anyway....