Now a sudden change
In the day
And in our mood
In our understanding
*
Wicked flood so strange
At this time
Out of the blue
Hard to comprehend it
*
Thoughts with good range
All the while
Something to prove
We don’t have to pretend here
*
In reacting to some massive waves
Far more intense
Than what they might think
It is common sense
that we have to be smart
So strong and brave, we can’t be tense
Or.we just might sink
*
It all depends
On how calm we are
Our days become art
When calm thoughts save time
And we are grounded
Feeling sights and sounds
Of the waves, the shore, the mountains
We have years to reach the sky
We dig, we groove, we climb
**
The dream will remain
That we can’t explain
Some moments
are over the moon
And we all have transcended
*
Just the right amount
Stars so brave become more countless
We have cleared our dreams to fly
We dig, we groove, we climb