My Feet

In the mist of a wind There comes a vivid image In the darkness of a shadow There comes a spear In the string of a thread There comes hope Sometimes we search for something that is already there Sometimes we acquire something that we already have Sometimes we cry for something that is already cried for Sometimes we need something that is already been needed Sometimes we have to acceptance the things we cannot change In the wave of the ocean There comes a woman In the ray of the sun There comes a thunderstorm In the drops of the rain There comes a future