The world is in a rush
Knocking me off my safe route
With life\'s unkind helping push,
Into madness, is a brute.
Washed up by the tide,
Left on the cold unknown
I\'m fragile as a little shell, swept aside
Waiting to be trod on, crushing bone.
You can\'t change stone to diamond
It\'s one of those things
I\'m drowning in hope, that fills the pond
That, we ducks, are in and swimming
Around, and around.
I\'m just me, nothing special,
I\'m empty, shell that is just breakable
So please be gentle...