the more I move,. the worse it gets;. the more I move,. the more I sweat.. . it's getting harder. to face the light.. it's getting harder. to fight the fight..
I dream of changes.. I change my dreams.. I feel so restless,. sometimes I get so mean.. . why should I bother. finding the will,. when every movement I make.
Mama told me when I was young. Come sit beside me, my only son. And listen closely to what I say.. And if you do this. It will help you some sunny day..
The lion shall roar. We'll walk through that door. Do it all. We say it with pride. The lion shall roar in the sun. Light up my eyes. A feeling that can't be denied.
We could talk for hours and we do about nothing. And avoid talking about anything that could 'cause us problems. But we couldn't ignore and have to talk about, to sort something out.