Born into confusion
Where infant eyes deceive
I reach to my reflection
But is it really me
I cant see the wind blow
But I can feel the breeze
Its coming through my window
Its moving all around me
And I cant see the Hand no
That pulls me to my knees
But when I meet my shadow
I see gravity
Theres comfortable illusion
To hide reality
And shame for those who believe
In things they cannot see
I cant see the wind blow
But I can feel the breeze
Its coming through my window
Its moving all around me
And I cant see the Hand no
That pulls me to my knees
But when I meet my shadow
I see gravity
