Walking away into the su,
A smile on the face.
Bouncing thoughts off the ground,
To hit if off the surface.
Trying it our many times,
Over and over again.
For a chance to make it,
For hope is still alive.
If not for it,
What would be left?
They walked over the island,
Leaving footprints of miracle.
Replacing the paddles,
rowing deeper into the ocean.
Missed by an inch,
Soaring feeling of dissapointment.
Flying over the clouds,
Over like a snowy mass or so it looks.
Given time,
Over time,
It will be,
What it will be.