What I was always seeking
My heart was already speaking
I just didn’t know how to listen
I was living in a modern prison

Too many distractions and addictions
Directed my life in some made up fictions

Some people still do live in their own prison
They can’t forgive themselves even with a reason

So many ways to live our lives without fulfilment
It’s hard to keep up with the modern movement

People give up easier and forgive harder
We’re becoming weaker and from our true selves farther

what a pity