once there was a madhouse, high and tall,
walls crept over with vines…
older than the nature, hear the call,
said he was a friend of mine…
gazing up at starlight, gave my all,
some will smile, some will frown…
would it even matter, afterall,
if no one was looking down…
what am I looking for…
what am I hoping for…
what am I craving for…
attention, nothing more…
once there was a loner, high and lost,
fear distorted his mind…
in his lonely wanders, damn the cost,
equal can be suicide…
what am I looking for…
what am I hoping for…
what am I craving for…
to be loved, nothing more
to belong, nothing more
to be me, nothing more
but who dares to know the truth
that sets us free?...
to belong, to be loved,
to be anything, first,
one must be
