Everybody has their times nowadays we're all tried easily we could fall without someone who could stop us Keep passing the open windows keep closing the painful doors keep passing the open windows for one day you'll find the shore It's not hard to lose control with the matters of the soul usually we all loose track but we've got to make it back through We're all hunam it's all clear full of doubts full of fears naturally we all give up but we need someone to lift us up