Hanne Hukkelberg Follow

As you march
Put your feet down along the path
As you sharply slide
Cut what darkens your designed, firm sight

I am the grass under your feet that softens your steps
And I am the branch you break and
I am the bird you laugh off and leave in the lurch
Gloss over, silence and forget

As you're getting close
Tear along, rushing madly off reaching your goals
As you dust up the sand
Eager to see rewards in glitter and gold

I am the sand under your feet that softens your steps
And I am the branch you break and
I am the bird you laugh off and leave in the lurch
Gloss over and silence, omit

I am the grass under your feet that softens your steps
And I am the branch you break and
I am the bird you laugh off and leave in the lurch
Gloss over and silence and forget

As you cut in suspense
Wanting space to grow
It's on my expense
But you don't look below