I am sure.

I am sure, i want to move.

Move myself, out.

Out of misery of vegetating;

My existence has much more meaning

Meaning so profound,

Do you know your meaning?

If not, then go look for yourself,

In old wounds.

Have you felt healed lately?

Or, are you still hurting?

If you feel soaked in your misery,

Why don't you wrung it out?

Tell me you don't know how to, so we can take steps,

Steps taken together, can heal somehow. 

In the morning of today, i am waiting for another,

Another sun to come out, where i am reborn,

In a way, that's never been sung out.

We are hollows on this land, of happiness and pain, 

We are wailing our names, God in your name.

We are crying for peace, when bending over to You,

Not knowing all this while, we are meant 

to bend not for you, but You.

I am hungover in this pain, and so are you,

But are you sure? Like i am too.

I am sure,

I am sure, i want to move;

Move out of the misery called you.