Its strange how everyone know you when your standing, yet when  you've fallen they would happily tread on and trample you into the past,
Its strange how things change, we are wed to the present our past the baggage and the future holds our breath  ,its to bad we cant be grateful for every breath, i would give you a flower if we werent in the wasteland , nothing around but sand and standing clouds, as long as we are together its ok ill just make a castle out of sand
Ill pretend like its my land we can settle down and change