Stubborn

Stop you can’t go

There is enough sand in here

Why do you always choose to go

Just lend me a hand here

But what about the birds and the laughter

waiting for me to dance along

I need to feel the warmth of the land

Even if its just once for me

There is trash spread all over there

As if I would still care

They won’t ever stop coming to see you

You may not even reach the shore once

But I will surely last longer than them

Stubborn or not I must go on

There is so much to me, they don’t know yet.