Feed me your heart and call it food for thought
Cause' I'm hungry for something more than lessons have taught
I always knew what I wanted, but not what I had
It's funny how [bad word] with the bad
So, scatter your seeds and grow as you please
Just beware of the winter that will turn you to weeds

Look inside with clockwork eyes
As children dance and sing (ba ba da da da da)
They push the hands just out of time
And laugh as minutes slip by

When hearts are old towers
It's an easy key for subtle thieves to steal away the light
Like fire, we tire out
So pray for time to break inside and let the [bad word] reside

Speak in rhymes and dance like mimes
circus act for those with dimes
The fools will leave their folly for the wise
So I hold my head so high
Collect my thoughts and walk this rope with fingers tied so tight

No, no, no, don't you know, we don't wear our scars for show
No, no, no, don't lose hope, it takes trials for us to grow