As you march
Put your feet down along the path
As you sharply slide
Cut what darkens your designed, firm sight
I am the grass under your feet that softens your steps

And I am the branch you break and
I am the bird you laugh off and leave in the lurch
Gloss over, silence and forget
As you´re getting close
Tear along, rushing madly off reaching your goals
As you dust up the sand
Eager to see rewards in glitter and gold
I am the sand under your feet that softens your steps
And I am the branch you break and
I am the bird you laugh off and leave in the lurch
Gloss over and silence, omit
I am the grass under your feet that softens your steps
And I am the branch you break and
I am the bird you laugh off and leave in the lurch
Gloss over and silence and forget
As you cut in suspense

Wanting space to grow
It´s on my expense
But you don´t look below