When will my life reflect who I am inside,
When will destiny make it worth every single tear I've cried,
I pray with every beat of my heart to still believe after the deaths I've died,
and break free of the bars that contain me, that imprison me once I've survived.
When will my life reflect all that is of me,
When will my destiny deliver the things I pray for but do not see.
Dreams and hopes create visions of what might come to be,
But emty shells and skeletons reveal the reality.