Bye bye are the words left within our souls at the moment Fourteen is not just a number, it's seems to be a curse, Twenty two years even not enough for living, not worth The plans we may have been planing and goals we set. The news wasn't pleasing, the feeling wasn't accepted, The event wasn't expected, but here we are, here are grounded. Oh my God, I wonder if this is also one of your plans for my life. Stressed up, you seems to be far from me, Just about to give up, now that am surrounded by enemies, Acting up, maybe a way to survive under the burning sun, It begins as a game, grew to show the shame Within people's lives and responds to life events. When will I see your face, where would that be Or it will be left as a story that I ever lived under the sun And the light it provides shone on me as a son Just to give birth to the wicked mind, a distractive daughter. It happens, it's what soul prophesied and spirit kept Within so that down i