Day in day out i try to find some solid ground standing in quick sand hoping for something to get me out of this hole that i've made each day becomes a grave i need to rise from punch my hands through the soil revival
cuz i wanna be somebody and i wanna be someone
light guide the way i need a haven a place to lay my head i know these words have all been said because i've sang them before i still search for the day when my breath will find me where struggle and strength meet where the end makes sense of the means