Everybody wants to touch the sky
Come morning time,
But they haven't even tried
To get their feet onto the floor.
They despise,
Out the doors of their eyes,
Always locked up in their minds,
And always trying to find
That one way out.
Scream and shout
For the freedom to search the world on your own.
You won't be alone,
But you will not be shown
The way this round.
You're bound to find the answer
But you gotta get your feet on the floor,
Open your eyes
And the doors of your mind
Before you reach out for that sky of yours.
