Looking at these pages, open
Writing words I've never spoken
Glady, giver. Take my hand again
Drank the tea so I'd be free
But now my gut is screaming
Maybe if I lie down, I won't die now
As plastic stars begin to swirl
I've lost myself. I'm lost in time
And I want to know
Take the road less traveled
Can't see one footprint out here
Take the road less traveled
Can't see one footprint out here
We were meant to discover
All the light and sound
Reach a little higher
Find some common ground
It's in the way that you flow everyday
Maybe if I get a second
I will be able to see it all