My heart is hanging far from sight
Am dozing off the wheel of complaint, its a lesson well mastered
A journey travelled so long.
Who am I, not to branch and why not keep the track.
Ooops maybe was led by one's blindness
And what happens I didn't realize it was only the small light at hand
I wont blow it for you to loose sight
Am going to build a better ray of light to guide you with your nature
Prune the plants you let to fade
Water the seeds you left to dry
And your reward will be written in catastrophe.
you offer me a glass, I dare to return it with juice
You leap my run, I still run your race.