Sand belongs to the sun
A wind to separate them both
Everything that has to be done
Every freedom that has been caught

Fire belongs to the hand
That holds a heart within a cloud
Sparkles dissapear where you stand
Dreams of red that has just been found

Roses belongs to the romance
Thorns that bleeds old scars
Hold your life, dance a dance
Show the red what roses are

She belongs to the world
A thing that feels on its own
What can I use for words
To describe we are not alone
We belong to two worlds...