There is a road
that leads me far away from here.
It's harder to breathe.

My lungs collapse.
My heart is torn between love and life.
These things have become

the hardest part of me.
I built myself again upon
this place called home.

There is a life beyond this winding road.

There is a dream inside my own head. To live each day

is to live it your own way.
The clocks tick backwards
but life moves forward.

I'm lost in time.
My head is spinning over this.
Life is what you make it so live it well.

These are my scars, I wear them well.
Passion lives inside us all.
We are the dreamers.

You are the believers