Wonder

Everybody has their stories

Some of us are being sorry.

Most of all 'bout things we've never done

Thinkin' that the time's been stolen.

That we'll never have this moment

Anyway we keep going to run.

Hands up to the sky and screaming

People with the broken feelings

Lost in mazes, lost to find themselves.

My confession's I've been wasted

Time that I was tryin' chase and

I'm no more keep running from myself.