What is it that makes me so afraid?
What is it that fulfills my blood?
What is it that keeps me going?
We are what the world makes of us
We are what' left, scarred and justified
We are nor our choices neither our losses
We are all
We are nothing
We are a thousand miles of birds in the sky
We are a silent cry in the deepest of the night
But how, why and when
Will we find
What is truly ours to mind
If We don't know
Oh no, We don't know
Where to start
