sun in my face open arms of grace love twisted in chaos aint it funny walking around like we aint got time letting thoughts pass being happy in my mind things arent what they seem it can be a dream restart the scene if your not careful being present the love is so sweet im invested no credit is mine i will admit it loss of self wasnt a loss at all we over came it all.no need to call tomoar. keep going on and on keep going on and on look within seek dont pretend put it to paper then a pen these thoughts come from another place no need to chase or be materailitic moments gone hope we havent missed it burn yern moral consern path may be narrow but worth a turn harder the pressure more you learn as far as im concerned pick a spot i lit the stage this shits been over due and underwage no more spending my days in a cage working like a slave traid get old reture then i pass away