You got it right You got it wrong Sleeping through the night all alone. Pretending that your heart Is no one's home. Hope is left to drift on its own. You need a shift in unity To get along.
I won't do what you tell me Screw the system I wanna fly Like a bee Like a butterfly I ain't gonna die For a dollar or a million My freedom is worth more than a gazillion.
I won't do what you tell me Screw the system I wanna fly Like a bee Like a butterfly I ain't gonna die For a dollar or a million My freedom is worth more than a gazillion.
What to do, When you are many miles away And no particular man can save your day? What to do When you are left alone And the hunger is gone? I prefer to look at the stars Maybe there is someone Who is gazing right back at us?
What to do, When you are many miles away And no particular man can save your day? What to do When you are left alone And the hunger is gone? I prefer to look at the stars Maybe there is someone Who is gazing right back at us?
Sound of one hand clap Is the sound of provision. Sound of misery Is a sound of a rumbling stomach. Build a world with less misery By complementing the hungry And those who are hungry with their minds.
I'm like a scupltor who carves from marble These amazing masterpieces of sculptures. I'm like a wood working master who Creates these figurines out of wood. I'm a writer, and my material is emptiness. I carve stories with the help of thoughts, Ideas and words. I work the empty page to make it all work.
I'm like a scupltor who carves from marble These amazing masterpieces of sculptures. I'm like a wood working master who Creates these figurines out of wood. I'm a writer, and my material is emptiness. I carve stories with the help of thoughts, Ideas and words. I work the empty page to make it all work.