Looking at the sky, staring at the night,
hoping to survive these battles, and maybe take down these shackles.
Looking in the void, finding my inner voice,
something that ignites, telling me it's alright.
Can't help but wonder if there's a future,
cause I don't even know if there is one.
Wondering if these feelings are this mutual,
and whenever this will come undone.
Want to find someone, someone to share. My family will love you I know they will care.
Take you by the arm call you my future, and I'll always know that these feelings are mutual.
Want to see the world and different cultures, see many tribes and different coutures.
Maybe someday is what I say, but many days ago it's still the same.
Nothing makes sense,
nothing does anymore.
I don't want to be dead,
I want to see more.
Looking at the sky I see my life, sometimes I believe that I can fly.
Maybe one day I'll get the chance, to do what I like and that's a fact.
Looking at me is what I see, see what you believe, best believe that I'm going to be free.
