The world that claims to love me will destroy
my treasure chest of dreams and hopes and plans,
saying I can’t be a man, just a boy.
I am falling, I’m reaching, take my hand.
But I am strong and I must learn to fight,
to make a statement, and to take a stand.
The world will try to crush me with its might.
I am falling, I’m reaching, take my hand.
I cannot spend my days handing out blame,
or breaking myself at the World’s command.
I must understand that from which I came.
I am falling, I’m reaching, take my hand.
Divided we fall, together we stand.
I am falling, I’m reaching, take my hand.
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