As I sit upon my Balcony,
high above your world;
I listen to the waves crash,
with their mighty roar.
Horses made of foam,
run across the shore;
horses of the sea,
throughout the ocean soar.
Salt that tinges air,
stars that bright the sky;
the sun soon will rise,
waking us with surprise.
Horses that I dreamed of,
they're no longer more;
tears like salty air,
fall as the rain pours.
So as I sit upon my Balcony,
high above your world;
I wait for life to pass,
wishing it were more.
