Take my hand on the front line Take my hand in the back row When I’m tired of repeating Hold me close don’t let me go Because I want to be louder And to stand up tall But I am loading all my cannons with cotton balls And its not working I’ve got the better idea They’ve all got leveler heads So we listen to their ideas instead Still I’ve got the better idea Well I can’t treat my body like a temple when it is failing Are you kidding Was that your plan to keep my grounded? It’s not working And this seed that you have planted is needing things that I can’t give it How low does it go? How low can it get when you’re waiting? It cannot be done But I’m scared because I can’t stop trying