Those three words,
Are shaping my future renewed.
Oh, and for once,
I come out on top;
Instead of crushed under the weight of this white washed reality.
I can feel the sky beneath my feet;
Laughing at those who tried to bring me down.
I feel the summer sun on my face, your hand in mine.
A moment in a picture frame, yet more refined.
Are shaping my future renewed.
Oh, and for once,
I come out on top;
Instead of crushed under the weight of this white washed reality.
I can feel the sky beneath my feet;
Laughing at those who tried to bring me down.
I feel the summer sun on my face, your hand in mine.
A moment in a picture frame, yet more refined.
