Oh god what will I do
Every thought I have is so blue
Wondering under the sun
Won’t get any work done
Tired of pining for a crown
While churning sheets till down.
Oh god what’s wrong with me
Everything feels like a duty
Just because my beck is frail doesn’t mean my soul’s for sale
Unveil a trail or you’ll go stale
In this ark you’re the nail.
Moses crossed the sea alone
Everything else was in his mind
Even though he couldn’t utter a word
The voiceless are the soul of this world
Once you’re born you must be bold
No one alive is not flawed.