WHITE WORLD
One day, I was tenderly awakened by the light spilling in from the windowDiving into the same old routine, the inhuman1 world just passes me byI question myself on even how to deal with my feelingsAnd so today I take the first step on my journey to find what I'm looking for
My heart is buried by the crowd on the street; this time it feels like I'm about to be lost in its gravitational pullI have the usual internal argument about losing something rather than gaining somethingThough it's frightening to move forth, untouched, in a world that's been madly distortedLet's step out without waiting, and let's walk ahead instead of running away from tomorrow
Yeah, we're born and go to the grave2 under these starsEven so -- someday, somewhere,Yeah, we'll watch and believe that our miracles will intermingleLet's walk ahead without our heads hanging down
I'm tired of3 the unchanging townYet the irritation seems to change me completelyStanding dumbfounded, I suppress4 the taste of emptinessBefore I know it, I've become used to the world dancing around its many contradictionsI casually stand up, staring, speechless, in a group of grey buildings
These times just raise the question:What is truly important?I can't keep up with the time going by; I try to shut my eyes,Take a deep breath, and then listen carefully to what's in my heartWe have engraved our footprints, certainly not by mistake
At that time, we just may always be reaching our hands out,However seriously we thought we could fly freelyThough there's times it seems we'll never understand, unchanging truth does existWe may not be able to grow wings or such, but we can take these steps forth
Yeah, we're born and go to the grave under these starsEven so -- someday, somewhere,Yeah, we'll watch and believe that our miracles will intermingleLet's walk ahead without our heads hanging down
I take a deep breath, and then listen carefully to what's in my heartLet's step out without waiting, and let's walk ahead instead of running away from tomorrow
Now --Yeah, we're born and go to the grave under these starsEven so -- someday, somewhere,Yeah, we'll watch and believe that our miracles will intermingleWe'll walk ahead without our heads hanging down