I haven't smiled in a long time but I've learned how to look impressed, learned to lose the dreams I had when I was at my best.
When I was a boy on the back lawn, faith, like a gun, I'd find and be it loaded or not I'd keep it at my side.
This voice inside keeps saying: "congratulations on what you've done, on all you are and all that you won't become.
" But even when it's hard I guess I'm never where I don't belong and I'll get there by knowning I'd get there all along. This life to me it's like a try for thunder.
This sky that I'm under it's the best sky for me.