Flip through your darkest night
Find the glowing hope of light
Inspiration can come from the tiniest thing
Open up your heart and let your soul sing
Rivers drain through the rough terrain
Cross a gazillion mountains and planes
All of them are collected in the wide ocean
They stick along in an inimitable motion
Every morning the flock of birds fly
We lie in our beds with a culpable sigh
If nature doesn’t take a break
Why do we keep our life at stake?
As sand slips through your palm
How could you sit back and be so calm
Look at the world beneath your feet
Realize that your life is rather sweet
Complains pour into our grubby system
We refuse to see the colorful spectrum
Denial is always enjoyable
But acceptance is rather fatal
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC
Flip through your darkest night
Find the glowing hope of light
Inspiration can come from the tiniest thing
Open up your heart and let your soul sing
Rivers drain through the rough terrain
Cross a gazillion mountains and planes
All of them are collected in the wide ocean
They stick along in an inimitable motion
Every morning the flock of birds fly
We lie in our beds with a culpable sigh
If nature doesn’t take a break
Why do we keep our life at stake?
As sand slips through your palm
How could you sit back and be so calm
Look at the world beneath your feet
Realize that your life is rather sweet
Complains pour into our grubby system
We refuse to see the colorful spectrum
Denial is always enjoyable
But acceptance is rather fatal