Ballad

This field is all mine

Be mean or be kind

I guess I'll find out on the way

Light blue will create the first wave

Love the sound

More colour, more waves

Ocean becomes rain

Could be a sky, could be the ground

An icy mountain no one can climb

Still love the sound

Dark streaks and fine lines

Take over the lands

Starting with the low

Pervade the hill's wall

New picture, new vibe

Dark lines made a tribe

Dancing under a waterfall

Arms in the sky, they're not alone

Freedom's called

Darkness takes over the control

Shadows push light down in a hole

Waterfall turns into a cave

Freedom might get them in the grave

Stones fall from the roof

But don't fear, they won't move

People don't dance, they scream instead

An innocent wave shaped the world's end

Lay down the paint, my brain is fed

Canvas is filled, an hour spent

Next is red

Next is red

Next is red