Broken people get recycled and I hope that I will sometimes when we move our pathways. What I thought was my way home wasn't the place I k-No-w I'm not afraid of changing. Certain no thing's certain. What we knew becomes our prison. My possessions will be gone back to where they came from.
Pain, no one is to blame as natural as the rain that falls becomes the flood again.
See The rock that you hold onto, is it gonna save you, When the earth begins to crumble? Why You feel You have to hold on, Imagine if you let go!
Pain, no one is to blame as natural as the rain that falls becomes the flood again.
Push away the weight that pulls you down, like the waves that free from the nows. Don't trust your eyes it's easy to believe them! Know in your heart that you can release your prison. Don't trust your mind it's not always listening! Turn on the lights and feel the ancient rhythm! Don't trust your eyes it's easy to believe them! Know in your heart that you can release your prison.
Pain, no one is to blame, as natural as the rain that falls becomes the flood again.