Anna, Where are you going from me? If I call your name, Would you turn around your face to me? Anna, If you go to the Sun, In your BrotherShip, Would you have a place for everyone?
The biggest picture isn't big no more. And opened minds are unfront the Openned Door. Oh, Anna spread your hand and give us a keys. I'm here, praying, bagging on my...
Anna, Where are you going from me? If I call your name, Would you turn around your face to me? Anna, If you go to the See, In your little boat, Would you have a place just for me?