Scissor Paper Rock - Indica

You can brood by a brook
And whisper to water
Don't worry, the dawn will dry your tears
See the daylight as it flows
It fills the holes, and souls grow whole
You can moan to the moon
You can swoon in the sunset
Don't hurry, your world won't disappear
See the waves that drape the shore
They fill the holes, and souls grow whole and old.

Played scissor paper rock
I'd run till I was caught
Games end but nothing stops
The rocks will turn to dust
The scissor starts to rust
The ink will fade with us.