We've come so far haven't we
To say that it is easy would be a lie
The grapes are so sour People wear mask, and play inside rooms What is it i was meant to do again?
Grow? Create? Love? Ask? Receive?
What do these things mean? Wisdom digs roots, Knowledge will make way for the pruning
We are worth as our heart shall fill Feel the sunlight on your face It bears down on your skin as it was meant to Nothing is more savory, crave to cease the feast
Can we finally be free? Who's to say....