Run, run chase the fleeting sea
Or you’ll be left behind
Go, be swept away in sorrow
Pretend there’s no tomorrow
And your future will be fine

There are a few drops lingering on
Clinging onto the sand
Are they too bold to face the sun?
Too brave to bear the brunt
Or just a little determined

They said the sun will turn them
To vapours; sands will be dry again
But the drops ’emselves will rise higher
To quench their inner fire
Choosing a path more sublime




So choose your inner fire
And build the roadway to success
Run, run but not to chase the sea
But to chase your desires; seek
Knock: it shall be opened unto you