LYRIC FOR SALE

By Olu

{Verse1}
He stood tall with his hands in his pocket,
Thinking he was wise among the old folks,
Washed his hands quite well,
Made sure he was ready,
To join the table where the wisdom spoke.

But doubt crawled in like-
Shadows at night,
Questioned his heart,
Was he really alright?

{Chorus}
Oh the ocean's waves crashed
Against his soul,
Gave him fish but not what made him whole,
Learn to fish, oh, that was the key,
To weave through the storms
And sail wild and free.

{Verse 2}

Old bird flying high but lost in the breeze,
No one could catch him, at least not with chaff,
He danced with the trees,
He weathered the storms,
Took the lessons in stride,
Fruits of experience filled him with pride.

Yet looking afar, the sea spoke so aloud,
He felt so small, lost in the crowd.

{Chorus}
Oh the ocean's waves crashed
Against his soul,
Gave him fish but not what made him whole,
Learn to fish, oh, that was the key,
To weave through the storms
And sail wild and free.

{Outro}

He saw the truth, no longer in disguise,
Perfection is a journey, not just a prize.