Can we go without judging?
Can we be true to ourselves?
building
I get up every morning
and I rise to my feet.
Those who come from broken homes know they have hands stronger than stone.
During the ride, I stay inside
the painted lines of my mind.
Can we go without judging?
Can we be true to ourselves?
I get up every morning
and I rise to my feet.
Those who come from broken homes know they have hands stronger than stone.
During the ride, I stay inside
the painted lines of my mind.
