Kiara -

You drape on my bones, like seaweed on the sea, say salt loves water, blow out all my pay, then fly the territory, what a terrible waste, clinging to the foam, guilt won't set you free, leave something for hope, it's a different age, you've no fancy beliefs, how come you hesitate, won't dare to go alone, follow distant dreams, dance a path your own, through any stupid pain, could you always be, trust the same again, in yellow Spring.