They’re waiting for.
Perhaps the world was not ready
To face dreamers like us
Staring with judgement
And throwing rocks
Or maybe it’s been crying
For someone like us
To break the cold heavy chains
And to turn it into ash and dust
They’re waiting for.
Perhaps the world was not ready
To face dreamers like us
Staring with judgement
And throwing rocks
Or maybe it’s been crying
For someone like us
To break the cold heavy chains
And to turn it into ash and dust
Being
Ocean of Life
