I used to feel free
Doing things like climbing a tree
Looking at the view past my insecurity
Pointing my fingers to the sun
Running around with no care
Feeling the emotions with sincerity
Painting my imaginations with silence in my sleep
Placing the moments inside so deep
Believing the great unknown
So hopeful in ways that is known
In morning songs the melody of my heart is revived
I was taking one step at a time
Making use of wasted time
I was good at staying alive
Letting myself breath in the greatness of world