sitting on a boulder, on the edge of the world

slowly growing older, waiting for a pearl.

a robin on her shoulder, said "open you eyes little girl

your only getting colder. sitting on this pearl."

 the world is an oyster, we, just the grains of sands.

 together we all coincide, to make destiny with our hands.

 the ocean is our bed, where together we all lie.

heavens in our head,  to provide comfort when we die.