Fate Playing - Richard Walters

Moving in the trees

In the trees

In the trees

In the trees

It’s moving

Singing with the breeze

Through the leaves

And the reeds

In the swell of morning

Scattered on the sea

On the sea

On the sea

On the sea

Like a sailor’s suitcase

Never came to be

In the moments I need

But we still keep looking

And I don’t know who put you up to this

And I taste words stumbling on my lips

And I feel the push and pull

It moves me and now I see you’re not so fearsome

Turning in the waves

In the waves

In the waves

In the waves

It’s turning

Breaking on the way

Like the stones

That you made

With this contant stiring

Falling to the ground

To the ground

To the ground

To the ground

Like a tired runner

Never came to be

In the moments I need

But we still keep looking

And I don’t know who put you up to this

And I taste words stumbling on my lips

And I feel the push and pull

It moves me and now I see you’re not so fearsome