Keep on writing, but the words never fill the paper
When you sing, the notes aren't enough
Ink bleeding on the pages
Passion surfacing through the voice
Why when we write do we know our thoughts?
Why when we dance do we realize our grace?
Strumming a guitar
Sound passing on
Raising your head
What do you see?
Crying is never enough
to let the sorrow vanish completely
Laughter moves througout
Tears which touch the sand
become a part of the sea