Going into battle with the sun on my side, the wounds you can hide but it cost. Like a meassage in a bottle we're tossed in the ocean, put into motion and lost. Wishing and watching our thoughts all collide and slowly be tide into ONE. With waves always washing the bottle away, the message is lost but not gone. Still floating and drifting, we're continualy shifting and changing the ways that we think... Still no one can see that when we can't agree to just dissagree, the bottle will break and the meassage will sink.