| Awoken by thunder and thrown to chaos.
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| From a broken past I weather a storm that still lasts.
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| I try to overcome but still those years won’t be undone.
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| Caught under the illusion that this was how it always had to be.
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| Now I am sick and tired of thinking life already conquered me.
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| Desperately.
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| Relentlessly.
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| We need to feel OK.
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| I was a young kid with a lot of rage,
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| with nowhere to go and nowhere to feel safe.
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| Have you been there or are you still?
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| A restless mind with too much time to kill.
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| Always on the run from life and its harsh reality.
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| But I feel that I won’t be running that much longer.
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| I admit my wrongs, welcome change to finally move on.
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| There is no solace in hating the world and
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| there is no redemption in repeating what’s old.
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| I will lay these habits to rest and restore peace and confidence.
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| To love and to live, to feel and to be felt,
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| as a human compassionate and king,
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| living life with open eyes,
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| for a better world for all and future worth fighting for.
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| To not give in to distractions that only will
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| drown the soul, to not give up when life gets too hard.
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| To find my own.
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| I need to find my own.
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| To find my own.
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| I need to…
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| There is no solace in hating the world and
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| there is no redemption in repeating what’s old. |