sometimes when you talk aboutnyour life as you live it out. nyour eyes want to scream and shout wordsnat lies that were given outnnand younshould knownshould Inknownnso then you try to turn aroundnand think your life is all aboutnthe happiness you findna simple lullabyn nand you will try to take it outnby stomping around the fertile groundnand killing little seeds nof a grass thats yet to bennand you nwill findnme nnin the made of a melodynyou in the heart of the harmonyntiming the time that we start to singnlong will the time of your heart beatnnand we will get rid of the weightnthats displaced upon our little backsna weight thats really half as badnnand i will shout out to the skynand i'll sing along my little songsnthat help me move the day alongnnand you will findnme