Lift
and bound by fear they will divide.
But seperation can only destroy what's left.
Ensuring the end of what's true to me.
True to me.
In spite of myself I will seclude myself.
In spite of what's right I will exclude you.
As it fliters into the hearts and minds.
Filter... I watch it die.
I need something to believe in... Lift!
A fear of what can't be seen, building on what it means...
Lift!...Lift my mind my body and my soul.
A fear of what can't be seen, barriers- Broken
Autor(es): MATTHEW WITTE