And once I was dreaming of rolls of water When cracks in my skin were just stories of the sea and when all of my thoughts were diving into melted pools of golden ivory
As time grows older will you be the change that you bring to their hopes, that they believe in? Why is it? That we can’t exist in peace? Until our worlds collide and colours flood the sky.
Thinking about the future even though we’re still young And we’re fearing the future although it’s already begun and we’re scared of the hands holding power in days to come and your eyes see fields of green, plastic fish and bodies in flee