She crawls into a memory.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
A family who lives on a boat
Doesn’t want land but water to float.
Sometimes afraid to sink down
Of many holes they have around.
All what’s left is hope and faith.
A girl on the bangka is very sick,
But the thoughtless father’s brain never gave a kick.
Never thought about what would happen,
That’s why they’re Nawawala with a big reason.
All what’s left is 35 feet of rope and faith.
Believing in your heart,
There is a big feeling where to start
Never give it up nor never have enough.
You know what you want,
You know some things that you can’t have.
All what’s left is hope and faith.
Doesn’t want land but water to float.
Sometimes afraid to sink down
Of many holes they have around.
All what’s left is hope and faith.
A girl on the bangka is very sick,
But the thoughtless father’s brain never gave a kick.
Never thought about what would happen,
That’s why they’re Nawawala with a big reason.
All what’s left is 35 feet of rope and faith.
Believing in your heart,
There is a big feeling where to start
Never give it up nor never have enough.
You know what you want,
You know some things that you can’t have.
All what’s left is hope and faith.
It's soft like a blanket
It's cold like ice
We can't help but gravitate towards it
Even though it's not always nice
It gives us scaly pets
And sharp toothed nightmares
Or clucking little friends
It cools us off during the summer
Let's us isketing on it during winter
Makes you laugh with your friends
Or steals your breath
When it covers you
It refreshs you
It cools you
Warms your toes
Tickles you
Freezes you
Unforgiving ocean
Deep dark lake
Roaring river
Stale creek
Please with all ado
Let me thank you too
It's cold like ice
We can't help but gravitate towards it
Even though it's not always nice
It gives us scaly pets
And sharp toothed nightmares
Or clucking little friends
It cools us off during the summer
Let's us isketing on it during winter
Makes you laugh with your friends
Or steals your breath
When it covers you
It refreshs you
It cools you
Warms your toes
Tickles you
Freezes you
Unforgiving ocean
Deep dark lake
Roaring river
Stale creek
Please with all ado
Let me thank you too