Rumbling tumbling the white horses come
Galloping along towards the shore
Thunderous hooves crashing down
Manes lashing in the wind

Onwards they stride to the edge of the land
Eyes wide nostrils flared
Each stallion stronger than the last
Reaching the end is their only goal

No man can tame them but just stand and stare
As the horses of the ocean
Chase the elusive mare

Onto the land they crash
Thunder in the air
Skies darken all around
Where it all ends there

Until the next foray
Of ocean horses come
Again they race to the end
Slowly fading one by one

Oh words do not forsake me
               For an empty page then I'll be
And dreams will just be grey
              My life and heart need you to stay

It hurts to not fit in,
even if everything else feels alright
because part of me thinks,
"If only I were a little bit cooler, or
hung out with the popular crowd,
if only I wasn't so loud-
then, maybe, things would be different."
I know that's not the truth. It isn't.
(that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt)
(I just think my voice should be allowed)
(Why do some people look at me like I'm dirt?)
(Is it that hard for you to listen and for me to be heard?)