Helping hands

So hard to help when one wants to cop-on-too-late,
so hard to help when one wants to kill.

Wave goes up and down
like the thought that just went by.
Just another story.
Killers, cop-on-too-laters, lovers go
up and down, giving and taking
life and dreams
before it ends
for all
one day.

Wave goes up and down
like the thought that just went by.
Just another story.

Skin wrinkles as lines
of a hidden song that seeps
worries, not wars.
Mother of beep how loudly
you go, up and down.
Silence of sorry is 
too hard to take alive.
Please stay another while.
Some talk already, coming with love.

Wave goes up and down
like the thought that just went by.
Just another story.