I don't know if it's you, but i can feel it, a still small voice, beating in my chest, passing by my rested muscles inside these hard calcium cage. These beat keeps on beating until I stop and stare blankly at the skies and think of the possibilities and the opportunities...
Don't know why, don't know how it all came to this.. Wish I was out, on this Earth, and live free...
Thy will be done unto this life that you've let me borrowed.
