Legend has it that most can’t breathe
Legend has that the blind have more to see
As we’re walking, into the dark sea
Just keep walking
Grey water up to the knees
Bright sky
No clouds to be seen
Shine in the sky
Or be buried below
Left to rot
Know one will know
Curious how the moral goes
Nobody knew
Nobody knows
But have you heard our story?
As the pages turn
The more we learn
Love
Hope
Prosperities
Whistle up a tone
Our hands sing
what will they bring
Bright lights
Our garden
Bright beautiful
But have you heard the story
Of the very
Very few
Not many knew
What to do
We learned
All you have to do is breathe
If these thorns hurt
Burn it
Better then to learn it