The water crashing in the distance
Staring from the mountain top
The smell of wet sand cold weather
Nature calling set free from the insanity
Able to unwind escape the death grip
So much on the mind over time
Just want to be normal whatever that means
Grew up poor happy we had one another
Some had it all and rich Why so much torment
It never made sense made the most of life
Worked with what was given
Made the most of things