Sometimes,
All you need is to listen to the sound of the waves rolling in upon the soft sands
With the gentle breeze caressing your face
As you find yourself facing a radiant blue sea
While you drift away to distant shores

As she sat there in a room full of people

With a heart as empty as a bird's nest in December,

Silently fighting a battle in her mind as the voices echo
Her eyes glisten like the reflection of the moonlight on rippling water-

With each ripple flowing perpetually as it carries the distresses along, with the rising sun