She sighed,
"I wish I'd grown as tall as you"

                                                   "Oh but you did"
                                    Her large oak answered,

"Really?"
                                        
   ­                           "Truly, you simply stand tall
                                                        on the inside"

I wrote what I felt
I never said it was right
Off key notes still ring
And I still hope to be heard

I wished upon a falling star
And I asked to take its vacant place
As the morning wasn't far

Then the sun would rise and I'd,
Be there, unseen, no one watching me
Finally able to breathe and to hide

They speak sand
A million grating opinions
A blinding, scathing storm
Made to leave you raw

They speak sand
So take it with a grain of salt
And douse the world in water
So instead of raw, you're polished

I set out just as the sky took flame
Walking forward 'til I felt it's heat
Letting it set my anger and I ablaze

And together, we burned
Until the day, to night, turned