its beautiful
i thought about fear
i thought about dreams
i thought about life
i thought about love
i thought about happiness
i thought about sorrow
i thought about pain
i thought about success
i thought about joy
i thought about trust
i thought about being happy
i thought about you and me.
i thought about my friends
i thought about betrayal.
i thought about hate
i thought about greed
i thought about war
i thought about confusion
i thought about the fun
i thought about being alone
i thought about god
i thought about where im going..
I've thought alot about it, about the layers of life, the things real and true, where we've been, what we've become. can you remember still? Feelings you had inside? To find something new. Does hope get lost in all you do? And could dreams get much more real? When we're older, to look when we were younger, and change what's not the same, to look what we became, look what we've become, renew the walls within our hearts with room for change to come. and all that we know are the things we have, what we feel and do forms around what we've been through. For even pain can make us so much stronger. and so could we ever say, that in the layers of life, that something was wrong?
i thought about dreams
i thought about life
i thought about love
i thought about happiness
i thought about sorrow
i thought about pain
i thought about success
i thought about joy
i thought about trust
i thought about being happy
i thought about you and me.
i thought about my friends
i thought about betrayal.
i thought about hate
i thought about greed
i thought about war
i thought about confusion
i thought about the fun
i thought about being alone
i thought about god
i thought about where im going..
I've thought alot about it, about the layers of life, the things real and true, where we've been, what we've become. can you remember still? Feelings you had inside? To find something new. Does hope get lost in all you do? And could dreams get much more real? When we're older, to look when we were younger, and change what's not the same, to look what we became, look what we've become, renew the walls within our hearts with room for change to come. and all that we know are the things we have, what we feel and do forms around what we've been through. For even pain can make us so much stronger. and so could we ever say, that in the layers of life, that something was wrong?