"To wanna see me hurt is like hating me,
While painstakingly climbing my way to the top, just to drop
What I'm doing, and run amok,
Amongst the fields of which my people were enslaved,
And enjoy the liberty of resting while night turns to day.
Much to my dismay, life has its games I won't play,
For the simple fact, when it's gone I can never get it back.
I'll play it safe while I climb to the top, just to drop
What's important and chase a dream away into the night.
Fall."
