I tend to look at things quite simple
Always trying to view things as clear as a crystal
What is present is what's important today
While things that have passed could now be thrown away
But there are these question I have worn on my lips for days
Thoughts that could possibly be the only way
The way back to the good old town
Where dreams lives through the heart of a girl in crown
Is this really the war I was suppose to fight?
Or was I led astray by the glaring lights?
But looking at the vast horizon
Struck me with a sudden realization
There could always be new horizons to share;
And you could freely breathe with a crisp, fresh air
But if you get lost in the great unknown
Always remember you could go back home
There is actually way back to where you started
Because even the sun finds its way back to where it departed
