Hope is our strongest way to believe,
the sun still rising in a city of destruction...
Let's push these aside and let's get going,
Our differences is pulling us behind...
Light is shining from her eyes
Night is turning into noon...
The mortician bowed his face in a grin
for he never knew the power of magic...
We don't count the time with chronometers,
laying idle in our closets or underneath our beds...
Winding roads going nowhere
In that distant look whilst too deep...
Mind over matter,
it's plain to see...
An idle mind is easily soothed
An active mind easily construed...
I wasn't the first to enter
mother's womb...
In the middle of a forest,
a bucket full of water...
a heart..
is occupied with a vacancy...
At first, I did not see
I was deaf in my blindness...