Standing still in a sea of madness the flowers will remain.
Floating hopes tossed into the shore seeking human care.
Weeping clouds dancing all around making wet the floor,
swinging and singing daring to be seen the lightning give always a show.
Overflowing feelings banging on the ceiling cause insomnia all night.
Moody hormones crashing the whole zone asking to be calmed.
Winds of change bring hopes and faith very high tonight,
pack your belongs and run to the shore to see the mermaids cry.
