Can you take me Higher?
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me Higher?
To a place with golden streets
when the old music echoes in my mind
i ask myself, why am i still doing here?
i recall american ambitions, big dreams and more.
have i unknowingly settled for something less?
just question after question that rings on, this sunny little saturday afternoon.
there feels like a fire in my lungs. i wish the medicine would work soon.
