A rock can be a hard place when you're in between the nagging of a restless sea, a sorry sky, a darkening horizon.... When the one voice you can hear is just your own, innocently thrown back by a gale that's so damn angry nothing sails, nothing dares- except my endless love for you. Sing for me my siren. I'm far away but know that I can hear you. Here it's calmer. Here it's clear-it's Christmas on the Moon... But still it's just another rock ,wrapped up inside a fancy box that's just like all the others. Time to throw back the covers and FLY!
Cast away the rock that weighs you down. It's time to fly.