At a tender age i find myself pushing all these dreams from my head. I guess we grow until where dead. And i'll just keep on running on and you'll keep living in my head. You'll never sow these seeds, that what he said

I'm looking everyday through these bars. Only to find that words can't help my cause. Sometimes life pushed you down till your on all fours. And i'll just keep on running on and you just keep living at my door. For people always strive to want more and i'm no different to them all

And when i'm one i hope i'll find. That music still fills the ears of those left behind. For the seeds i wish to sow, they'll give m peace of mind. So i'll just keep on pushing on and you keep working blind. For the beasts are out the back you see and no one seems to mind