I woke this morning with the intent
Of not to care of what I see...

I am free
As I can be...

The summer sun
melts and molds...

To me,
To be intrigued...

So, why is it I fear it coming?
Cry, I do, over a fear so terrifying I...

(My pain is me)
I can't show them...

I know all too well, America,
I was born to its soil. You see, but...

Tired little souls working in, working out,
Never do they have time to life live-out...

I'm glad I'm thinking of you,
You're true to me, I can believe...