I’m waiting for my way back home. Doing nothing to rebut this status, but waiting. Maybe God, maybe a miracle, maybe my own wish will force me to react. Maybe tomorrow. I’m sure I’ll figure it out somehow, it’s just I don’t wanna go alone… Please… let me weep no longer than a tear, then let me breathe deeply! This fragrance of freedom persisting on my mind… Let me dream about it for one night, then kindly awoke me, wrest the gloomy hangings and bring the sunshine inside.

By then, it will already be tomorrow… And maybe we’ll be going home.

And… one more thing. YOU THINK YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE… YOU HAVE NO IDEEA!

I’ve been down and
I’m wondering why
These little black clouds
Keep walking around
With me
With me

It wastes time
And I’d rather be high
Think I’ll walk me outside
And buy a rainbow smile
But be free
They’re all free

So maybe tomorrow
I’ll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I’ll find my way home

I look around at a beautiful life
Been the upperside of down
Been the inside of out
But we breathe
We breathe

I wanna breeze and an open mind
I wanna swim in the ocean
Wanna take my time for me
All me

So maybe tomorrow
I’ll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I’ll find my way home…

The world we’re living in… We’re victims of our own prejudices.