Is this survival?
Are we waiting for the promised land?
Another side to take the place of what we understand…
Is this survival,
where we live and breathe not asking why
Always falling in the slip stream hurricane of I
Trying to survive
I saw something
I couldn’t face in me
Sometimes
Do you hate what you see?
I’m just
Trying to let go
Sometimes…
I know
I can face it!
Is this survival?
Are we waiting for the promised land?
Another side to take the place of what we understand..
Is this survival where
We live and breathe not asking why
Always falling in the slip stream hurricane of I
Trying to survive
Trying to survive