If you stood above the swirling dark waters
And you let the colored rain wash away
All the dirt collected
From the words unleashed
From the dreams trampled
From the hearts pricked
Dripping down to the cliffs below

Would it feel better now?
Would you feel clean?
Would your fingers feel the breeze?
Or insist that the wind does not care?

I’ll hold my palms up
And gather those anxieties
Cupping them here
Bury them into a box
Deep into the unseen cave

Forget those worries
Forget those concerns
Remember this moment