We scream at the moon because we are too afraid of our own reflection

We tear our friends apart because we fear they might do the same

We don't sleep because we are too afraid of our own dreams

What life do we live?

Chained by possibilites and failures

When I see your life, I see what mine could be

When you see mine, you see what it should've been

"Grow up," they say. "You're getting old."

Caught between a wrinkle and a smile

My life is a field, so free to roam

Yet all I can see is an iron gate

Help me reach the distant sea

So I can drift someplace far away

Where expectations are some forlorn myth

And daisies are the only reality

But hope is far beyond eye's reach

All I can do is beg that someone sees my dreams inside

And sets them free before they are buried

For even the thousand whispers of the sun can not help us touch the light