As the day ends to rest The sunset does its best Setting on fire the lively waves Colouring orange the nature he saves its pure ancient glorious perfection.
The great ocean will receive The burning sun who's going to leave. Slowly comes the night Devouring that magic light: we are still suspended in a great delight.
Sometimes, You Have to Eat Your Words, Chew Ur Ego, Swallow Your Pride, And Accept That You're Wrong.. It's Not Giving Up, It's Called '' Growing Up''....!