On skinned knees I'm bleeding and it won't be long. I've got to find that meaning, I'll search for so long

On broken wings I'm falling and it won't be long, the skin on me is burning by the fires of the sun

We could be so much more than we are
Oh this much I know

Does anyone dare justify how we're living?
Does anyone here care at all?

Does anyone care it ain't right what we're doing?
Does anyone care it ain't right where we're going?

Damn it all I'll make a difference from now on cause I'm wide awake to it all

I curse my worth and every comfort that blinded me for way toolong

I guess time will only tell

I look inside of myself, will I find some kind of conviction? Will I bid the hero farewell? Will I be defined by things tht could have been?

I couldn't sleep I had to listen to a conscience knowing so well that nothing comes from indifference