Does this stone in my hand contain more than just sand?
Is there substance to make water move?
I've tried it before, but the rock hit the shore.
Now I'm questioning my field of view.
These waves seem like they're too big to break.
Do I contain the strength it'll take?
I've got it, I know it.
I grip it, then throw it.
But the impact just won't seem to grow.
But dammit, I need this.
It's worth it, I feel it.
I feel that there's weight in my stone.
These waves seem like they're too big to break.
How far can one ripple go?
Can I know?
This world filled with brutality sparks an anger that empowers me.
But can my efforts really change a thing?
I'll never know it
Unless I try.
I'll keep on throwing my stone,
And trust its impact with the tide.
Actions I need to make,
The kind that help things change,
Do they have a chance?
Maybe from far away a ripple might be seen.
Pain is sure to remain when we don't choose movement.
If I suppress
What's in my chest
I can't expect
This cold world to improve.
So I won't suppress
What's got me pissed.
I'll push regardless.
If not me, then who?
I choose to make water move!
These ripples I make,
I'll never know where they go.