We think that we have all we need.
That our open books minds are easy to read.
We hang our sad heads and sigh.
For we know this is a desperate lie.
How can we walk if we can not crawl?
We cannot move for we are scared to fall.
We do not know what were looking for
or if we even have found it yet
We look for answers across the shore
but hang our heads in sad regret
surely as the sun is meant to rise
we have to face our despereate lies
Everything but has has changed
to make us look both sad and deranged
you ask 'what kind can this be?'
its the kind who strive for liberty
We think we have everything we need.
our garden has never met a weed
but we all know this is not true
feel the pain for your brothers and sister too