We travel in here, in this world of a maze,
Wild, young, mercurial, and free.
With many things around, ruining us,
Someway too blind to notice or see.
Running and running
Tired and tired.
Shortness of breath,
Shortness of time.
What is fake?
Well, what is true?
We heard these terms.
But our ancestors,
Nature, the most beautiful gift we can ever have!
From forests to wildlife and streams to oceans.
It's like the most precious flower.
But we are plucking it's petals, day by day.
People ain't magnets
But why do troubles attract?
Scars that are never seen,
Still left a lasting impact.
Where's the end? For a war that had no begin?
A vigorous storm that's trying to win.
Flooding my heart from within.
I ain't got! Really nothing!
I want it to be opposite,
How good things don't last.
Your packing your luggage,
Sad to know,
Truth is hard to find,
And even hard to show.
Life is a belt of thorns,
Bearing it we flow.
Like a plant grows through water,
We come alive through light.
Like the seed breaks through the soil,
We break through the entanglement.