sometimes when you talk about your life as you live it out, your eyes want to scream and shower at lies that were given out.
-you should know.
-should i know?
so then you try to turn around and figure life is all about the happiness you find in a simple lullaby. and you will try to take it out by stomping 'round the fertile ground and killing little seeds of a grass that's yet to be.
and you will find me in the make of a melody, you in the heart of the harmony, timing the time that we start to sing, long with the time of you heart beat.
and we will be rid of the weight that's been placed upon or little backs, a weight that surely had to crack. and i will shout out to the sky and i'll sing aloud my little songs that help me move the day along.