I have this, thoughts. Of what I am and what I’d be Of what I’ve seen and what I’ll see Of what I’ve felt and what I would feel. Room filled with silence silenced By the mute ringing of craving sea Wanting to kiss the shore of yours They say, don’t build a house by the see If you don’t plan on getting washed away But hey, you don’t know that for sure, do you? I’ll root for the calmness and the inner peace, And the rise and set of sun braving the sky Who am I to be scared of u