they were walking in their footsteps
to fields of city sidewalks
i was in the back seat
they never looked away

i saw the golden statue standing
there opon the billboard
the wind whipped
the flag like a bullwhip from the sky

but as a child, you often wonder
of things that don't matter
but carelessness and angar we often carry on.

so i began my journey
threw mirrored halls and doorsteps
watched sunsets in the evening and darkness in the dawn

but i always seem to worry
i can't help but be discouraged
but often i'm in that back seat and i can't help but to look away

but there is apart of everyone that no one will ever know
our veins will hold our secret
that flow within our blood

what if we were to wonder
threw fields of thoughtless torture
would our mind be set free again and cared for by a king

now i no i'm just a dreamer
and probabley will always be
but someday i may get stronger and be careful of what i see