Sand

When I break through,
I’ll be flyin’
Wings trailin’ from
the dotted line
of time

Soaring through the sky
as the wind roars by
and sings of destiny

What is left up to me,
And you’ll turn around
but not by choice

You’ll stop,
have to hear the voice

of the sun, beams
telling the tale of the light, waves
perfect turn over the sound, seems
ever forever we’re drown, ing

Falling below the.

Sand.