These words are flying out
Without question, without hesitation
All means grow by the way they stand
So many views from one perspective
Climbing up the mountain
Trying to get a higher self-profile
Waiting on the top of a fragile success
Kind of thing men never realize much
Answer me please, somebody who created me
Why of all creatures in your head
I was the one who should carried the burden
When we all living in the same way?
I asked the white clouds hanging above
They just sneak out before I finish
I asked the lonesome people along the side of the streets
I got nothing but grumbles and spites they refer to me
I asked the men of all fears and braveries
They don't even know to whom they must answer
I asked the children of our last hopes
And they started to cry out their wounds and pains
Yesterday I promised myself in front of the mirror
That one day I’d pay for what I’ve got until now
I just wish that before the time has come
I can see how far I lived my life back there
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