A dancing mirror black or blue reflects the falling sky

The ripples in the centre will one day meet the edge and die

I held a drop of water and I saw it as my life

Then returned it to the sea to feel at home inside

I sat beneath a dying sun waiting for flowers to bloom

One day I'll teach myself to breathe again under light of a new moon

Cradling my heart in my hands

I feel my fear hold the wind and fly

I watch a thousand suns go down until the sea runs dry