Because after all, I'm just a lonely man, looking for a place to land, hoping I can build a future where happiness can flower and grow.

I know over time, it's harder to see but you soon start to realise that if you don't live your dreams, they begin to fade away, wishing for another day but it's too late to actually find a way.

Maybe I could hide away and leave when I'm ready, believing in greatness a long the way but focus my mind and make sure I take my time because the more I start to hope, the less I start to feel, drowning in my own sorrows, nothing feels real.

I've got to try lay loose, give up some time to figure out a way through this.
Maybe in the end I could reclaim my once found happiness.