I think about the days when we
were young and care-free.
We never even bothered to ask
"who we are" or "who we should be".
We just existed, with no resistance,
we were Superheroes then.
But times have changed, and wars are raging
underneath my skin.
We're dodging bullets and holding ground,
pushing, pulling, and weighing down.
What happened to that cape I used to wear?
Is it out there? Is it out there?
And if you find it somewhere inside me,
help me see it, 'cause I should be flying.
I wanna be a Superhero again,
and finish this war under my skin.
Oh but-
History has shown us that,
when time's are gettin' hard,
it's time for us to grow and see exactly who we are.
The morning after the storm
is always brighter than the rest. Right?
Especially when you know you past your test...
But the tests are only standardized
in little public schools,
where they've given you all the answers
and prepared you with the rules.
I don't think that life on Earth is set up
quite the same;
It'a every man out for himself,
until we make things CHANGE.
Can we make things change?
So give me one thing, something please,
just a glimmer of hope, I'm on my knees.
I need to know that I'm not--
That I'm not crazy.
And if I am then, tell me now so I can
tie my cape to my straight jacket and bow out
'cause I am not about to go down this way,
no, not the Superhero today.
I guess I'm not the Superhero... today.
HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY.
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