Oh, This can not be!
What is stopping me?
What determines what i see?
It is so tall and I am so small but, the fear fills my brain and I fall.

It hurts the dark has been my home, but the warmth feels right against my rough skin.
It's just to bright to see, just to bright to believe.
Perhaps in time...
But what til then?

Oh, I wonder why.
What is stopping I?
If it could **** me, would I die?
The thought must be an error in my mind, If these things are really just in my mind.

It hurts the dark has been my home, but the warmth feels right against my rough skin.
It's just to bright to see, just to bright to believe.
Perhaps in time...
But what til then?

How big is anything really?
As small as the mind can perceive.
Even space is in our imagination.
Everything is as big as we believe.