Questions are stuck underneath

Where they don’t allow me to breathe

All the answers are held by a bird But it just will not concede

Can’t expell them so I lie low

And prefer to let them grow Make them seeds that will turn into trees

And from my mouth I’ll let unfold their leaves

All of my actions are lead by my passions Frustrations will lead to creations

Everything will fall back into place

When I will embrace this loneliness

Oh yes that’s why I sing I must confess

Branches will grow forming lines

Around me they will intertwine Shape a cocoon Protect me from the doom

I will be fine with the gloom

All of my actions are lead by my passions Frustrations will lead to creations

Everything will fall back into place

When I will embrace this loneliness

Oh yes that’s why I sing I must confess

That’s why I sing Fly away

Soar

Something is stuck underneath Where it doesn’t allow me to breathe

From this bad seed shall grow a beautiful tree

And from my mouth I will let unfold its leaves