Thoughts are progressions of our mind

Everywhere I'm turning

Nothing seems complete

I stand up and I'm searching

For the better part of me

I hang my head from sorrow

Slave to humanity

I wear it on my shoulders

Gotta find the strength in me

 

When I'm breaking down

And I can't be found

And I start to get weak

Cause no one knows

Me underneath these clothes

But I can fly

 

Done