One

As the wave come and wash away the sand,
I build a sandcastle,
in the air,
thinking about the good times I have in life,
I’m the king and I’m the guard,
I’ll be the slave, and I’ll be the cook,
It’s my castle,
and you’re just the sand.

As night falls and take away our shadows,
we switch on the lights and they re-appear,
they’re our closest companion,
let’s have a toast for us champions,
I see you standing proud on the podium,
with a baby on your arms,
that don’t resembles you.

Ouch.

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