There are tons of things I wish to do,
So many skies out there, I wish to gaze,
Keep asking me when, as I don’t have a clue,
Yet all the time, I feel amaze
I’m hopelessly grounded, within this place,
Neither here nor there, whatever the case,
Yet I search for peace, where ever I’m at,
You get what you give, sometimes not always that.
As we hope for betterdays, while doing our best,
Trying not to choke, as people counting on us,
No matter how clean, or how much it’s a mess,
I still be standing, even if im last.
So many skies out there, I wish to gaze,
Keep asking me when, as I don’t have a clue,
Yet all the time, I feel amaze
I’m hopelessly grounded, within this place,
Neither here nor there, whatever the case,
Yet I search for peace, where ever I’m at,
You get what you give, sometimes not always that.
As we hope for betterdays, while doing our best,
Trying not to choke, as people counting on us,
No matter how clean, or how much it’s a mess,
I still be standing, even if im last.
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