As anyone should, i try to do good, but there's always something on my shoulder

It says liven your pace, and brighten your face, be brasher, and braver, and bolder

The walls of a home are the guards of their own scrupulousness

Just as the walls of my heart work hard but are prone to forgiveness

By sunlight i swear, i try to be fair, but my sense is as skewed as my footsteps

It says walk here and not there, be tender, beware of the secrets you should never have kept

The gears of a clock will not stop for despair or desire

Like the gears of my mind, keeping time and ensnaring my thoughts and flaring loves prior

Como cualquier debe, intento hacer el bien, pero algo siempre está en mi hombro

Dice animar tu paso, y aclarar tu cara, ser brasher, y más valiente, y más audaz

Las paredes de una casa son los guardias de escrupulosidad

Como las paredes de mi corazón trabajan pero son propensas al perdón