Little lines drawn in the damp, beach sand
how quickly she jumped across them
she only sought greener grass
but what she got, she could not fathom
the lines which had once been her barrier
faded to black, all behind her, never again to be seen
wisps...fading away....on the wind....gone...
her eyes were open, disappointed by the lack of green
the lucidity of the pain in her heart
do madmen see things only clearer than the rest?
and with every beat of her heart, the waves pounded
and the wind ripped, a breaking heart in her chest
and the little cracks within the sand
how quickly do they disappear?
desperately she wants to go back, over those lines, but there's no rewind button in her life, only present fear
