The harbor has brought us so many things My life, and the ocean, is given by wings The sea keeps swallowing my hidden waves of pain A field of dried flowers lay in my backyard Picking and looking for where I should start Panic strikes when misery wins The burden, the mask has been turning my spins Crowded messing in my apple tree My head so full but thoughts quite free Gazing trough a window in a neat bus I wonder where my life has teaken me The grey skies tell me nothing, neither do my shoes Matter doesn't it when the world is walking foward and you are sticking behind Trees let their leaves fall, behind and ahead. Another step in the earth, twoards our dead end Waiting for the train when the pack drops by Early as it is the moon is a lie Doesn't it make sense to the fallen stop Where i can shed my tears in a Golden cup Drunk men know life better in a godless way They're never hoping for another day So let this page fill with fullfiled nonsense and rhyme Life your life fully till the end of time.