Words can never really help you say, what you want them to anyway. And words can never really help you see, what you really want to be.

Only when I smell the earth upon my face, will I ever be free, to fly from this place.

But if we hide ourselves away, afraid to grow and learn, we might wake up in the flames of the ignorance that burns and we'll never be much more than only casualties of war in a struggle we can't win if we have no faith to begin. We've got to tip the lid and let some sunlight in.

You could call me antisocial, I've called myself that sometimes too, but I just prefer to be alone, and that's nothing against you.

If we can take the time to mute the noise we've build around ourselves the rhythm of the heartbeats and the purpose may be clear.

If we can just be brave enough to be each others mirror, we may finally recognize the face of conscious that we fear.

Words can never really help you say, what you want them to anyway. And words can never really help you see, what you really want to be.