Stage name

Pale White Lily

To the ocean
You are a rock as hard, an oak untouchable, a pigeon made of clay.
A frozen whirl on a snow white lake on a silent winter's day.
You have heard the screams of the falling leaf and sensed the smell of sky,
as a broken dream, for the bird of clay will fall but never fly.
To the ocean
You're the forest's sigh, the whispering wind, that will leave to stay away,
You're the pale white lily on a stony ground that has lost the strength to sway,
Did the burdens grow or the strength just fade? Was it cold that sealed your fate?
Was the ground too sour, the soil too shallow, or did the spring just come too late?
So you leave it all.
To the ocean
So the trees will squeal to the croaky song of a single black eyed bird,
that dances around this cross you bear since you entered into this world.
The branches shake in a chilly wind, revealing mysteries.
In a sudden vision you caught the future just by summing history.
So you leave it all.
To the ocean
You are a rock as hard, an oak untouchable, a pigeon made of clay.
A frozen whirl on a snow white lake on a silent winter's day.
You have heard the screams of the falling leaf and sensed the smell of sky,
as a broken dream, for the bird of clay will fall but never fly.
So you leave it all.
To the ocean
To the ocean