How much to balance how much to bear
how much to carry words secretly
out of fear

On the path to find one rower
who can row my broken boat through
seeing a lost friend my feet run
and the brain says shoo

the past is the saddest thing
but doesn't bother me
vented up a dormant volcano
the present has so many burdens on me
but the title dormant keeps me low

the waterfall flowing inside
knows it doesn't have a way to cry
out its voice of the gushing water
cause it has many bugs birds and fish that rely
on it's...