the wind is moving,
and i am standing still.
a life of pages waiting to be filled.
a heart that's hopeful,
a head that's full of dreams.
but this becoming,
is harder than it seems
feels like...
i'm...looking for a reason
roaming through the night
to find my place in this world,
my place in this world.
not a lot to lean on,
i need your light
to help me find my place in this world,
my place in this world.
if there are millions,
down on their knees.
amounts of many,
can you still hear me?
hear me, asking,
"where do i belong?"
is there a vision,
i can call my own?
show me...
i'm...looking for a reason
roaming through the night
to find my place in this world,
my place in this world.
not a lot to lean on,
i need your light
to help me find my place in this world,
my place in this world.
posted by pinay freestyle @ 9:26 PM
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