Bipolar

I was always on the run
I sat quiet in the sand
Watching as the world began to rumble
Force, forces that i believe
There s nothing i can´t see
When every i need is inside me
But still we turn our heads to the dream
That one day will be flowers under the trees
And all our fears will end in laugher
All by myself i will grow by myself
Somedays washes the pain and saves me
But i´ll wait for those glorious summer days