Little sea washing it away ;
A little food orphaned
on its shore,
A left over of some fat mouth .
A bird crying or chirping ;
Aimlessly flying here and there ,
Doesn't know where to go .
Oh there is a path , the beaten one ;
Dusty , muddy , tanned and burned ,
Let it rest on its own .
There is a bench on the lawn ;
No one sit there any more ,
Its empty , broken and alone .
So here I stand and I am looking around ;
I wonder What’s the point of it all .
Let me open my eyes , and see through this dream ;
But it still hurts when I fall .
Little streets across the muddy road ;
Makes me remember a tiny house ,
Which I once called home .
It is still there where it was ;
I have just moved alone ,
A little too far away .
Oh there is a song on the rain ;
It’s been a while since I sang ,
But it hasn't rained at all .
The summer has dried my little well ;
Which was a mirror to see myself ,
Now it’s just muddy hole .
So here I stand and I am looking around ;
I wonder What’s the point of it all .
Let me open my eyes , and see through this dream ;
But it still hurts when I fall .
