let us write

there's really only one light 

the sun above 

it shines so bright 

and i'm touched until night 

then i'm lost 

but the thing about being lost is 

that you have the freedom to wander

the freedom to wonder 

who am I and who are all these people? 

why am I this and why am I that? 

it's all about the freedom until 

you're enslaved 

then it's lost again 

because even though you're bound, you're confused 

and now you have more questions 

was lost better than found? 

what happened to being safe and sound? 

tell me this, tell me that 

i'm confused I want no more 

unchain me! unchain me! 

open up the door that locks me with myself 

cuts me off from the world that may 

give me more rest 

than the voices, oh the voices 

they're terrible 

but when i'm lost at least they can 

talk to other voices 

they're not alone 

but neither am I 

bound by oppression 

desiring to fly 

and all it does is take time 

which doesn't happen in one 

flicker of the light