Believing in destiny, every day’s a fight.
In Mindless darkness or blinding light,
Am walking in a trance,
Looking for a chance,
To settle my turbulent mind,
With peace, I cannot find,
Am wandering hand in hand,
Leaving footprints on sand,
Holding someone, I know not who,
We’re searching for something true,
My palms are sweaty; he’s slipping away,
I cannot hear, what he’s trying to say,
We’re grabbing at air,
Sand in my hair
Blinding tears

Hidden fears.
Burning eyes and

Silent goodbyes.