Water loudly laughs & trickles all day,
Down the rough rocks,
Gravity forcing its way.

Water seeps silently through the cold clay,
I step out of bed & into wet socks,
Cold forcing me to bend its way.

Water bends blue skies to dark grey,
Twirling winds rocking the docks,
Tides forcing up to a place to stay.

Water bashes barriers into bits of clay,
Oh! How the sky & the God mocks,
Heaven forcing us to pray.

Water weeps and weeps for a brighter day,
Alas! Never to know who opened Pandora's box,
Pressure forcing water to say.

Drip drop, Drip drop, Drip drop...
Reminding of a heartbeat...
Drip drop, Drip drop, Drip drop...

One day, universe, one day
I'll be as wise as some of the people who wander in this Earth
writing such beautiful and heartfelt poetry.
One day, one day
I'll be able to touch my skin and feel at home;
I'll be able to love without the fear of being loved back;
I'll look at the stars and smile,
because nature is beautiful and I'm complete.
I will, oh, I will...

There is that one summer. This is mine.
I always longed to have that experience in time.
Where you wake up in the morning,
Every day,
And get out of bed,
And always say:

"Today will be good, today will be mine,
Everything will be okay, and the sun will shine."
And the weather is grand! As you knew it would be,
But it's not just the weather,
It's you.
And it's me.

This is happiness. This is me when I'm whole.
My story's re-written, and I'm the main role.
I know how to breathe here,
How to be me.
How to be loved,
And how to be free.

Let's all go back again. Just one more time.
To where everything's golden, and everyone shines.
Where you wake up in the morning,
Every day,
And get out of bed,
And *know it's OK*.

In a world where it is so impossible to just be,
Can I trade places with you and you with me?

Could I live in your skin just to finally feel free?
To live a life under your warmth I would surely freeze.

Could I breathe with your lungs just to finally feel complete?
To breathe those breaths of atmosphere that never really belonged to me.

Could I look through your eyes just to finally spot the disease?
To observe through your eyes is the only true way to see.

Could I move your melodic mouth just to finally let my words leak?
To talk in your tongue was always the only right way to speak.

Could I borrow your bones just to finally walk with your feet?
To travel amidst your framework is the only way I may leave.

So in a world where it is so impossible to just be,
Trading places, it seems, may not be so sweet;
Because in this world where it is so impossible to just be,
You are just you and I am just me.