A song i wrote on reflection of things..
Lyrics:
I wanna grow wise, i wanna grow old.
One mans garbage is another mans gold.
Feels like i'm sleep walking. Feels like i'm sleep talking.
I wanna be weathered by the sea breeze. Run aground.
Go down like a ship with eaze.
I wanna find my way home.
To the soil where i came from.
I know i lack direction and purpose.
I'm just a child with a wish list.
All my thoughts are selfsh.
And for this is suffer.
I wanna have stories to tell.
But too little time i know too well.
I wanna find my way home.
To the soil where i came from.
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