Sandstorm

We're like grain of sand Carried by the waves Merged into chaos We try to reach, We try to reach the shore Waiting for the right time to let ourselves go Every rush of storm Brings me down again In a thunderstorm The streams makes a chaotic blend And none can control its direction Keep your head up, the storm is about to go! Day after day We get our smoothed shape Day after day the rush of storm brings me down again Day after day We get our smoothed shape Day after day the rush of storm brings me down again Sometimes I am cold, Sometimes I am not Keep your head up The storm is about to pass Sometimes I am cold, Sometimes I am not Keep your head up The storm is about to pass Waiting for the right time To let Ourselves go