There was a man in my dream saying ”listen;
You are a child of a wandering kind and
You need to follow the stars for your reasons, don’t ask why”
And now I swallow my tears as he whisper
Holding on learning to be strong
I’m reading bibles and poets of wisdom, asking why

Now I hold my breath
When they say I’m blessed
Hold me tight tonight

I confess
This is all a test
How long can I survive?

I’m dropping wax in the mid of my palms now
Open up, feel the wound, pour the salt
And I am slow-walking after my call
He’s calling me

I spend my days making up for the passed one
Holding on to my life best I can
Come throw me into the eye of the storm
Just come give me some more
Who am I?

I’m wearing guns on the back of my feet now
Learning sounds pressing hard to the ground
I’m waking up with an ache and a fever
I’m alive

And as I’m making my way by the river
Making friends with the homeless men
And I’m learning life from a lifeless believer
I’m alive

And I hold my breath
When they say I’m blessed
Hold me tight tonight

I confess
This is all a test
How long can I survive?

I’m dropping wax in the mid of my palms now
Open up, feel the wound, pour the salt
And I am slow-walking after my call
He’s calling me

I spend my days making up for the passed one
Holding on to my life best I can
Come throw me into the eye of the storm
Just come give me some more
Who am I?

Can’t they see I’m all alone
This road is now my home
I went to find some piece of mind
What’s living meant to be?

I’m researching for myself
I’m my own heaven and hell
And will I find some piece of mind
Within this shell?

I’m dropping wax in the mid of my palms now
Open up, feel the wound, pour the salt
And I am slow-walking after my call
He’s calling me

I spend my days making up for the passed one
Holding on to my life best I can
Come throw me into the eye of the storm
Just come give me some more
Who am I?