I push myself so hard,
still seems like I don't have a clue,
Though I see a clear path,
Show me the way to move,
With all I see around,
there's got to be real proof,
something as solid as the land put down,
upon which I set my foot,
to help me find my ground,
and break these shackles loose.
As the sun with the patterns of clouds
make roof,
so our frowns with patterns of hope and a plan
make room,
but as much as these hurt pounds,
I fear this faith, trying as much, its head to rare,
may never suite.
can you hear me screaming out loud?
or am I still as mute?
I shut my eyes...
Oh Yes! I do remember the screams,
This beauty inside lies,
all I had to do was get out with it,
and I am back here, this beautiful life.
Here, I can always find me a place to fit,
little wonders all around me flies,
I try, I strain, because I really want to see,
These definitely are not fireflies, not butterflies...
they are only what these excitement in me wish.
My eyes are open again,
take it all!
My pain...
You just let me fall and all will be done and gone.
