Like a ship built for sea that never left the shore that's me. Cast off and let go if I never try the waves I won't know. Like to grope for the handle with no match to light my candle. Or to walk on the edge on the thin end of a wedge. As long as I don't trample down someone else to the ground. In the heat I might be burned through the fire I will learn. Like a bird meant to fly that never left the nest to try. If I don't loose my grip I will never start this trip. Can feel wind in my hair can feel hope out in the air. Cut the ropes cut the strings that so long have bound my wings. Give me right, Right to be wrong. Add more fuel to the fire and the smoke will rise up higher. To the one who can see the days that awaits for me. Load the ship and loose the moores with you on board I can afford. To make mistakes and yet survive to lose myself and win my life.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
