Stuck in between the lies and truth...this is where I wait for you.
Life spinning uncontrollably I sink...gasping for air I fight with no clue.
Things go by so fast adapting to them seems...impossible.
I fight with all my might but my opponent is intangible.
Left and right I look but there's no one insight
I stumble as I run for I fear that there is no light.
I'm plagued with these feelings of fear and doubt
That I may not be the man I'm expected to be.
No that can't be it, how can one expect the unexpected?
How can one walk on a path knowing that is it?
That this path is what they are meant to be
That this path will set them free
That this path will surely guide their souls
and let them be
Free.
For what is freedom if we can not
speak
For what is freedom if we can not
see
For what is freedom if we can not
feel
For what is freedom if there is no
Truth.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 12:45 AM UTC
Stuck in between the lies and truth...this is where I wait for you.
Life spinning uncontrollably I sink...gasping for air I fight with no clue.
Things go by so fast adapting to them seems...impossible.
I fight with all my might but my opponent is intangible.
Left and right I look but there's no one insight
I stumble as I run for I fear that there is no light.
I'm plagued with these feelings of fear and doubt
That I may not be the man I'm expected to be.
No that can't be it, how can one expect the unexpected?
How can one walk on a path knowing that is it?
That this path is what they are meant to be
That this path will set them free
That this path will surely guide their souls
and let them be
Free.
For what is freedom if we can not
speak
For what is freedom if we can not
see
For what is freedom if we can not
feel
For what is freedom if there is no
Truth.
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