Waiting...
For something...
For nothing...
For the world to wake up
And tell me it'll be okay.
I'm not sure I know how
To say what I want to say

But I guess that's alright
I guess that that's okay...

I know they said the world is full of holes
But the dirt is full of sand...

And yeah, I know things will never be the same
But I'd still like to understand

I guess what I am trying to say
The point I'd like to make...

is...

We're all only human
But does that mean...

I must be judged by my peers?

I am a child...
Bred of a mother's fear of man
Must I too fear like mother did?

Do you yet understand...?