I want to change the world, so scared to change myself
Old World. Old Tricks
Why can't you speak cobblestone and bricks?
A tall tale told from within jail
Gold, lust, crooked politics
Virtue and Vice. Men and mice
We sail to the edge to find paradise
But this world can't be flat
I feel it, it's spinning out of control
Born and raised in a special place
Our bridge, windmills, and the naval base
Sit still, breathe in the Pacific's grace
It's home, my prison, and my escape
Born and raised in a special place
It's my home, prison, my escape
I want to change the world
So scared to change myself
So scared to change myself
I ask for strength
Instead getting struggle every day
I set my sights in to the sky then realize it's falling on all of us
Too young to realize some things just can't be done
Relentless, do it anyway
Fly high. Straight at the sun
That shadow of d**h took her father, his friend, and I can see that it wants me
It will have to catch up
I'll die, chasing after my dreams
The old gentleman was a student to the very end
Chased every thought in every book on every shelf in all the world
He saw it all
War and peace, wealth and need, love and loss, pride and d**h
And I'll never forget what this wise man told me
“The most brutal teacher of all is experience, you'll see
But in return, you learn, my God do you learn”
I want you to see you are rich poetry
An artist's favorite, unique, messy masterpiece
Magnificent songs in a genius symphony
So play your role in this whole story
Too young to realize some things just can't be done
Relentless, do it anyway
Fly high straight at the sun
That shadow of d**h took her father, his friend, and I can see that it wants me
It will have to catch up
I'll die chasing after my dreams