What am I supposed to do? Can someone tell?
I am just not happy within this shell.
When I dream at night I am real, me.
I gaze in wonder at the things I see.
A World so far from us yet open to all.
All you have to do is take the fall.
I can see it, feel it, almost taste the
How can I stand this skin I live in!
How can I stand to live?
Life is our precious gift. Given in love,
given in hope that we might be what we wish.
Everything that we wish for cannot be
Just as I wish that all could see.
And make this world a good place to be.
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