If we all slow down one day,
To walk with our eyes to the ocean sky,
Maybe we'd believe a little bit more in ourselves.
'Cause when the moon makes her stake ,
She never apologizes for what she takes.
The whole black blanket above is her stage,
And from her space
She elegantly dresses the ocean waves
You have everything you need...
even when you're doubtful
Your wings shrunken by quilts of shadow.
Every now and then we need...