Stepping Stones

The surface is where, most will be found
Outside of the shell, covered in the ground
Good luck to make it through, and finding anything new
Most of the time you end up, nothing but blue
This is the road, that never ends
Sensing the flow, the river bends
Wherever it goes, nobody to mend
Stepping stones, finding a friend
Going deep inside, with ladders connecting spheres
Frequencies to abide, laughing at your fears
Settled and riding high, dreaming that you can fly
In the meantime another wave, has passed you by
This is the road, that never ends
Sensing the flow, the river bends
Wherever it goes, nobody to mend
Stepping stones, finding a friend
Waking up again, another day of struggle
Anyway you can, learning how to juggle
No matter when left to fall, wasn’t meant to be after all
Never really know, until you start to crawl
This is the road, that never ends
Sensing the flow, the river bends
Wherever it goes, nobody to mend
Stepping stones, finding a friend