You may tread on me like lifeless sand Barely another coast to be claimed But then like a sandstorm I'll still rise You may try to build a dam on me Or build a cage around me But I'll still flood your city and fight like a beast People may insult, cage, and use me Without knowing that a quiet little breeze can roar like the greatest thunderstorm If you see someone that looks like a target Seemingly waiting to get shot They are usually the best archers, with sleek arrows and steel bows made of wit So if you tread on someone like lifeless sand Just another coast to be claimed Know that like a sandstorm They will rise