Gaea


She wakes up in the morning.
She sits up and looks around.
She never seems to get much further.

She lets her eyes down,
And it falls into her eyes,
And she cries.

Then she pushes her hair back,
Looks over the land,
Decides to lie back down.

And when she gets up again,
The light makes her eyes red,
But she doesn't really care.

And her eyes begin to shine.
The light catches in her hair.
The very black makes her look beautiful.

But no one ever sees her other face,
Hiding in the dark.
But no one really cares

'Cause everyone has their own faces
Hiding in the dark.
They can't see anything else.

And we all stumble through this life
In the blackness,
But some know the way better.

And sometimes we are like her.
Sometimes we look at everyone,
But sometimes we hide.

And no one really seems to care.
They're all busy hiding themselves,
And nothing really changes.

And just like Gaea,
We try showing our face to the world,
And then we see hope.