what is this cloud I'm under...
that keeps me from being heard...
am i just an invisible spirit on this earth?
i know there's so many of us trying to speak...
but i feel the pull to cry out above all these lost voices...
who are you to keep us silent?
who are you to trample us down?
just because your older...
just because you've rise above it all...
there's still many like you,
down here on the ground.
don't you remember how it felt like?
to be the one who always had to fight...
against all the odds that where blocking your way...
you had to push to be heard...
but you forgot what it meant to stick together...
yeah, so you found your niche...
so your comfortable with your life....
well don't you know that your going nowhere?
and what will be next?
you've always looked out for yourself...
and knocked everyone else down...
could it be that your time is just ahead?
and who will be there to get you out?
i will say that i am called to not judge...
but to still lend you a hand...
i don't know what made you so cold....
but maybe love could break through...
we've all had it hard...
but we're still supposed to care...
there's nothing different about you,
your equal to us...
you live in this world that we share....
we as equals have kept you here...
and what is the true goal of life?
do you really think it is to be all you can be?
and if everyone followed this rule...
we'd all be out for ourselves...
many would die trying to get there...
and there would be no one to help....
