So many souls,
are made with love.
So few souls,
are allowed to have life.
I could've been hurt,
I could've been harmed.
But my soul was placed here.

Each day rolls in...and out,
life goes by with no one noticing.
How do you fulfill the chance that you have?
How do you fly to the peak of your mountian?
All I remember,
my soul was placed here.

People pass in and out,
love begins, and crumbles apart.
Our sould interact,
we feed off eachother.
When souls are erased from the Earth,
a hole is ripped in our center.
So in tune with others,
my soul was placed here.

So much to be done,
while time trickles by.
The world falls apart,
with no one to fix it.
Whose soul will end the distruction,
my soul was placed here.

My soul was placed here.
I was blessed with a chance,
I was made from love.
My soul was placed here.
I could end all of this.
My soul was placed here.
Where do I find peace?