I have been dreaming for all of my life,
I have been searching for all of my life,
I have been captured for too many times,
I have been running for all of my life.
Dreams seems like a moon for a moonflowers,
everytime you rise to catch it,
but you never rise high enaugh.
We are searching for an answers,
which lies right infront of us,
but we do not need those answers,
they are useless as an ant in the lake.
Being captured makes us belive in illusions,
illusions of a freedom we never can have,
and what hangs us to our deaths.
When we run from our pain,
we carry the most painful wound with us,
till the day we finally learn to let it go.
We dream so big and rich,
we sing of freedom so blindly,
we search for answers for nothing,
we are been captured to slow us down,
we start to run again to rebuilt,
what has been destroyed by capturing.
