Wise Up

I have no magic cards
I have no crystal ball
So how am I supposed to know
Things they'll never show

Standing on the beach
And sittin on the sand
Having inspiration
And listen to the wise man

Waiting for the right time
Opening my mind
Standing on my own
And feeling the sun bright

Lord could you help me
To make me believe
Don't let the evil men
Push me to the brink

Yesterday I doubted
About the passion way
Today I’m just living
On the straight way