for they will be there, crossing over stairs, & jackets to wear.
and for who knows where, they might get eaten by a bear.
though they are lost but found. they listen to the sound.
the ocean waves are the only thing they hear, for who knows where.
they strive for perfection, but that turns to another direction.
only empty hallow caves, no more ocean waves.
the fears are all they hear,
they hide, but get found. they hear no more sounds.
they are lost. for who knows where.
and thats just about it.
