Well it follows me around all day this heavy burdens breaks me to the ground. Bags of stones in my arms stacked my mind is colored black I walk around
Since the starting line our programmed mind has drifted from our inner self. Covered our instinct our genuine wealth. With a guise and filled with pride
Back to a place I wish I never left. Back to a place ?cuz I?m feeling so bereft today. Where saints and sages walk right down the street. As the kick
Built to resist the pressure, built to resist the pain. And you know I?m gonna do it, gonna push right through it and it?s never gonna change. Built
I?m bringing my baggage here from another time. My personality follows me around. Well problems, they don?t go away. They stay until they I look them
If planet earth is our mother, then as an urban dweller in a concrete world I feel as if I?m a wayward son. If God?s our father we?re all brothers ?
Security. How secure are we? Making our plans in a castle of sand as our dreams get dragged to the sea. You say you?re independent. Well is that a fact
Lotus-like the starting but covered by the leaves and mud. Look to the sun to raise me up to bloom. But it?s all right cuz life?s a path a blast a gash
I tried to control, but I lost hold. I propose but God disposes I accept or I suffocate. And every mistake I must appreciate gives me a chance to learn
Songwriters who are lost bathing in their nothingness. Poets I resent when their words are filled with no substance. When we were in our youth we were
Can?t you see what we?ve created? Can?t you hear our mother cry? Can you tell by the oil of the oceans filled with oil or the haze that keeps appearing
