I preferred to sleep beneath warm sand than hope in vain you hold my hand, To grow upon a budding tree than face the eyes beholding me. Floating upon the waves at sea are ashes that were once called me, I chose to be one with quiet air than interact with naught to share. I begged of the trees to shelter me the leaves only shook as they laughed at me, I tried to hide in a mountain cave the mountain bid me find my grave. I looked to the sun that I might be warmed the sun mocked whilst instead it harmed. My soul now floats to distant lands being always welcomed in the sand, The world which scorned won't understand that I am the mind of whom they banned. I am the flowers upon the trees I am the fragrant air they breathe, I am the roaring waves perceived I am the ashes tossed at sea. I am the essence of despair become the beauty everywhere, I am the sleep beneath the sand in case you need a helping hand.