I’ve celebrated all the courage I have found Now one year later it is just a faded sound This punishment is like a torture of my own Self worth and disregard for others I have known But when they pick you up they’re tired Become a shell become a coward I’m not these thoughts that flood my mind Wrung out, dried up and unkind
Well damn your vision forget your truth Force out the problems of my youth But when they pick you up they’re tired Cut off the shell and foster power I’m not these thoughts that flood my mind Wrung out, dried up and unkind But I, will open up this world and come alive And I, I will come alive.