Oh........why
Is it ever
really that bad
Is it ever the end of that feeling you've had
The wind is coming to wash away it all
But in the center it remains
I know......how
It became
To be
It was a feeling
From someone too free
all he can ask is why
Feeling
The sun pounding on you
The waves surging forward
Toes covered in such grainy sand
the crisp mountain breeze
So fresh and so clean
the sound of atmosphere
And of beautiful things said
But we know thats not where it ends
Its the sunshine the rainbows
The calm before the storm
Its the pain the suffering
confusion forevermore
Its the passion the anger
The nights spent alone
Its the truth and its good
despite all unknown
