Like the leaves drift through the wind,
They start from somewhere not knowing their end.
Their frail fragil bodies supported by the air,
Forgetting their burdens under its care.
Both sand and rock are so viciously swept.
Once so strong made completely inept,
But the control of the ocean couldn’t have stayed
Because pounded and destroyed a beautiful shell was made.
A crab spends his life carrying his home,
Under its weight, the world he will roam.
Someday the pain gets too much to bear
And he throws it aside for a brand new one he’ll wear.
You see life gives everyone troubles and pain,
But when you pull through you’ll see all that you gain.
You don’t have to stay stuck in this cave
These times are hard but this isn’t your grave.