Helpless
Torn by the currents
I am changed
Molded into a different, crippled form
And they drag me right back when they want more
I'm but a whisper
I am the howling wind
I am the tears of falling rain
I'm but a thought
My skin is a veil
Worn thin
Over jaded coil
Dormant and shattered
My breath turn to dust
One day I'll soar
Over the blooming field
And the deep-blue tide
Feel the Sun's caress
It's all but a dream
One
Step forward
Head first into elsewhere