Deluded or damaged not sure which
Path I mounted looking for happiness
Is it just a mirage on the mountain
Or is there something there, so rare,
Yet still in each of us, to teach us
Right from wrong, a yearning to belong
When weak hold on, when strong
Stay among the righteous path with
Your feet grounded, but by my ghosts I'm surrounded, daily, stranded on a lone island I'm deserted but in the City I'm still hurting
The hustle and bustle just another jungle
To hide my troubles in the concrete rubble
We'll hold on to each other too late to take back the hate, but it's a new day to change our ways
And pace the way to a higher state
Less political, more societal
Less synthetic, more natural
A natural state like the way we came, full circle,
On our tour of life,one step in front
Just trying to make it right