while your heart,
sleeps in your chest,
my sleeve is, pounding loud, and thats why, i raise my fist,
because i've got to let, the [bad word] out,
so don't bother singing along if the voice [bad word] from deep inside your heart
because these words are more than just a song,
they are spark from which a fire should start,
and twenty years ago, i was a little boy,
without of clue of the shifts i could make
and i had no idea how to enjoy my own life,
with the roads i would take,
and then one day i got a tip while stopping for directions,
i was told "this is it so stop looking for perfection