Well, I'm always making things out to be more than what they really are,
Without questioning, seeking and changing, how can we be expected, expected to move too far?
I can't sit content, conditioned by what others may say,
I fight apathy and complacency, hopefully to make a dent.
And this I pray...
Pressing forward to open blind eyes,
Looking on to see what's deep inside,
Moving closer to first change ourselves,
Never willing to abide.
Never willing to abide to this world's lies,
No, I won't listen to this world's lies,
This world's lies.
Sometimes I feel,
I feel so afraid,
Afraid of what I might be searching for,
Why do I look for the easy way out as my failure keeps haunting me?
The answer's in my reach,
I won't give up,
I have no doubt in what lies ahead of me.
Moving forward.
Pressing forward to open blind eyes,
Looking on to see what's deep inside,
Moving closer to first change ourselves,
Never willing to abide to this world's lies,
No, I won't.
