I don't seem to know my way, but
I'm walking, still
I'm not sure where life will take me
Up or down the hill
I cry some days, then I
Smile through my tears
Might spend a day in bed, or
Lose track for years

But darling, I'm just me ..

I'll paint the light if I can't see
The lightness of my reality
And touch the skies, that I will
'Cross the mountains I'm walking, still

(music)

I don't seem to know myself, but
I feel alive
Though sometimes I surely feel like
I want to hide
From the crowd, from the sounds, from the faces
That corner of mine
And some days the hope within me
Is so divine

Oh darling, come with me ..

We'll wash the pain of yesterday
Run through meadows like we used to play
Send our hopes up afar
As they fly down with shooting stars

(music)

'Cause darling, don't you see ..

We don't seem to know our way, but
We're walking, still
We're not sure where life will take us
Up or down the hill
We all cry some days, then we
smile through our tears
Might spend a day in bed, or
Lose track for years

And we'll be walking, still

Should you add
another cloud
to rain above my head,
I'll bring the light
to make it shine
and create a rainbow,
instead.

And should the day
turn into night
before we've had our time,
I'll sing for the stars
and the moon above
to see the black sky
shine.

Can I skip ahead in line, please?

Surely You can see ..

Plans haven't been going as planned
I've been roaming endlessly  

I need not to say my goodbyes
They've waived me that dance, You see -

I tried jumping out of Earth last time
But I just fell back into the seas

It's like swimming in oceanic galaxies
Suffocating on infinite catastrophes

Just as my head reaches the surface
The heavens collapse over me

They say I know nothing of my tears -
Nor of the world I sense or feel

So they caged me deep within their ribs, You see -
They claim it is safer in here ..

My breaths are only fading, inside
My eyes have not the strength to seek -
The light on the other side of their flesh -
Of their flesh in which they buried me

So I have been roaming endlessly ..

Wounded. Lost. Cannot breathe ..
Befriended by tears. Blinded. I know not of sleep

I see souls in a queue not ready to leave;
They have exhales from inhales yet to be breathed

But I'm just an ink-less broken feather
Over papers I weep
I cannot write down my sorrows
But I'm sure, You can see ..

I'm ready to die oh Lord!

Can I skip ahead in line, please?