I'm always making things out to be more than what they really are
Without questioning, seeking, and changing,
How can we be expected to move too far?
I can't sit content or conditioned by what others may say
I fight apathy and complacency to hopefully make a dent
In this I pray

Pressing forward to open blind eyes
Looking on to see what's deep inside
Moving closer to first change ourselves,
Never willing to abide to this world's lies
No I won't listen to this world's lies

Sometimes I feel so afraid of what I might be searching for
Why do I look for an easy way out?
As my failure keeps haunting me the answer's in my reach
I won't give up, I have no doubts in what lies ahead of me

Moving forward