Passing things
Under the rush of the mighty beyond
Things that we don't understand
And they're gone just as quick as they came
I am one
Living in outskirts past reach of the sun
I am just a fleeting glimpse
Window shoppers with hands on the pane
Think of me
As a dandelion seed
I will float along your breeze
I will follow in your lead
Will you trust me?
Can you trust me?