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.