I can’t lie to the sun and make it mine, but my skin still burns the same way
The clouds that can never be captured still finds time to shade me from light
And the trees that sway freely offer me a space to lie down when I feel like climbing
My foot still leaves footprints in the sand even when I walk away
And even though I am a stranger the birds still sing me a song of goodbye
Like my presence would be missed one day.