LIMITS

We can always touch the sky
The limits you put to yourself
don’t define all the things you can do for the world.
Can’t describe all the things that in you mind just swirl
and this twirl in you your inner like a pearl feels bright,
It’s your mystic light, let it shine.
Let it attract all the weirdos that are waiting in the line of denying
-denying they are people like them and they are trying, day and night in
in their heart there’s a hole like a bowl that’s being left like a cold old toll.
But there is also a knoll, full with pride and tall
that has two hands and tries to reach or just to touch the whole.
And then Oh no! I’m about to break and have a different take.
My words like water in a lake, there go the ripple effect.
My voice wants to break my neck.
But I’ll put on a necklace with all the pearls of the rude and the reckless
with hearts that are no wreckless and they are proud for this, oh yes!
There is no lie, there is no hide.
There is no limit of yourself, there’s only limit for yourself.
Open your eyes, yes, one two three and break free.
The weirdo inside you wants to break free.
The kid inside you wants to break free and touch the sky, touch the sky.

We can always touch the sky.
It’s a combination, It’s a you and I.
We can always touch the sky.
Lose the bad vibe, not an eye for an eye. (x2)


And I’m asking myself and you:
Can you hear??
Are the limits I put to myself even real?
Are they methods I simply use just to heal?
Or are they holding me from real thing to feel?
And like an eel I slip from my way, from my progression,
but on the other hand I keep going on, with some aggression.
A vision I hold for me. I keep a secret.
Because I don’t want to walk my life’s path and have a regret
I sweat just to keep my mind straight, act like a human.
It’s simple for me but this world does like no true, man.
It’s fed with lies. It wants eyes that are blank and hides
all the good things in a dungeon
but if are wise, you try, you cry and then you search…
A person that’s next to you with a similar stitch.
A witch that knows feeling too much can be a curse
and all the other people hold their feelings in a cult purse.
But we don’t care.
There is a difference when we breathe the same air.
I swear I’m gonna find you and talk to you.
Just for a while but in my life you know that’s a mile.
I hold a file, I keep my smile that knows what to do.
And what we gonna do? You know what we do.
And what we gonna do, what we gonna do??


We can always touch the sky.
It’s a combination, It’s a you and I.
We can always touch the sky.
Lose the bad vide, not an eye for an eye. (x2)

We can always touch the sky…