what if the wind is like a secret
always herd by the island of your life
the island has to hold all those secrets,
until one day, what if the island slips and breaks a promise,
like a earthquake breaking the surface
and the secrets are swept away for all to see

what if you were only judged by the way you looked
as the island is, always judged by the breezes blowing
the sun glowing, the memories shared rolling all around
not judged by your inside personality, like the island being judged on its backround,
and how it came to be

what if you had to feel like that
feel like a doll
just a piece of the world
nothing more

don't be like that
don't follow other people
stand up, be a leader
be the conductor of life's band