I am the sun, I am the air
I am the dirt, I am human

I have the right to grow
and to stand in the rain

Things will always happen
and my hope will stay strong

I am one, I am spoken
I am real, I am chosen

Things will be sometimes strange
and I will always look for meaning

I have the right to learn
and to choose, what I want to choose

I am me, I am strong
I am week, I am bleak

To fight for what I want
and to cry, when I want to cry

I am my own person who can think
and I will live, the way I want to live

to grow, to learn
to know, to love

To be attracted to that one certain person
and I will love, who I want to love

To find what I am looking for
and to do, what I want to do

I will try, I will die
i will cherish, I will fly

it's a bittersweet symphony,
trying to make ends meet

we're a slave to money, then we die
this road we travel is so bleak

down the only road I know
where all the crossroads meet

leaving me lost, trying to think
I go only to the one place I know

here in this fabricated flesh mold
I can only figure to find my mind

I have never prayed nor knelled to no one
But tonight I am on my knees to pray

Pray to hear some sound
that recognizes the pain in me

let the melody play
let it cleanse my mind

But the airways are clear
and there's nobody singing to me