I see a part of the world uncovered everyday,
The more I live, the more I see...a lot of human ways.
It's always a fight, a struggle, a war to breathe some more;
A struggle not with destiny, but a war with fellow folks.
Who says we are alone, the crowd chokes us so
Whom do I live with, whom do I lean on, a friend, or a foe?
A friend, a foe, they actually sound the same at start,
But, life confuses them in the end when everything falls apart.
Change is the key, to live more, to fit into this world,
There's no wrong, nothing right, change is the definite word.
There's no end to growing up, no end to suriviving with fellow folks,
We grow up to grow old, we change then, to grow up a little more.
Rat race, they call it, see that rat running past!
Stop, stop, I am a rat too, let me run faster first!
I stand in front of the mirror, eye in eye
I ask myself, "I wonder, who am I?"
