Everyone dreams for life to be fuller than what we perceive
picturing days that look more like the scenes in what movies portray
We have such imaginations
But we don't see these inclinations are a cry for you
a desperate pleading and yearning for you
But we don't know who we should be crying for
Why do we reach for life like a plant toward the sun always leans?
How do we agree there's more past these shadows our eyes cannot see?
We have so much motivation
But we don't see our inclinations are a cry for you
a desperate pleading and yearning for you
But we don't know who we should be crying for
Life's a constant demonstration
We're carbon copied replications
