I fight and fight
I look for help
And I seek an answer
I'm fighting
I'm scratching
I'm looking for a sign
I'm trying to find a way out
A way out of this big world they call my conscience

I ask questions
I ask myself
And I ask my peers
I ask them if they believe in fears
If they believe in tears

They ignore me
And act as if I don't exist
Oh I wish, I wish!
For one day to be released from this.

Years and decades of scratching
Centuries of fighting
Fighting back the tears
And looking for what's real

I found some power
And released my rage
I've been tormented
And grown wiser with age

I failed to realize that I had it in me
No questions needed
The fighting and the screaming ended
My life had just begun
I had the answer in me

I had the freedom in me.