The lesson of
This life will tend to one thing
The rest amount to nothing
I know
And the story of
My fight and rise to meaning
Will echo when I'm leaving
I know
Still I wouldn't trust my eyes
If I had the chance to see it
I already made up my mind
That I didn't
And I didn't think I'd mind
If I never got to be him
But like colors to a blind man
That was hidden
If I take everything I know
And stay steady as she goes
I'll still only be a ghost
In time
So what's the point of lifting up
My voice if it won't be enough
To ask a question
Get the answer
What's the plan and
Who am I
Oh
Who am I
Oh
Yet the lesson of
This life will turn to one thing
The rest amount to nothing
I know
And the story of
My fight and rise to meaning
Will echo when I'm leaving
I know
Still I wouldn't trust my eyes
If I had the chance to see it
I already made up my mind
That I didn't
And I didn't think I'd mind
If I never got to be him
But like colors to a blind man
That was hidden
If I take everything I know
And stay steady as she goes
I'll still only be a ghost
In time
So what's the point of lifting up
My voice if it won't be enough
To ask a question
Get the answer
What's the plan and
Who am I
Who am I
Oh
Who am I
Oh
We are all brush strokes
In a vast tapestry
Each choice we make
Draws the lines of our lives further
And with every act
Whether of harm or grace
We shape tomorrow
If I take everything I know
And stay steady as she goes
I'll still only be a ghost
In time
So what's the point of lifting up
My voice if it won't be enough
To ask a question
Get the answer
What's the plan and
Who am I
Oh
Who am I
Oh