Seeing is the proof of understanding
But why do I believe in the unseen
Why do I live this mortal life
Touching is the proof of real connection
But what I seem to touch does not exist
Why do I live and only strive
Hand in hand here we stand
I only know you’ll find your way
I can’t see inside of me
There’s just a feeling that you’re there
Waiting is the proof of expectation
But why am I still waiting all this time
Why do I believe in what’s to come
Hand in hand here we stand
I only know you’ll find your way
I can’t see inside of me
There’s just a feeling that you’re there