I’M YOURS.

The busy streets hold the secret lives

The desperate truths of the thrusting knifes

The deadly mysteries that are hard to unwind

The busy people that refuse to confide.

The busy streets hold the shadowed faces

It’s always the same no matter the places

People are the same they’re hollowed with doubt

It’s an endless battle don’t fight it just shout.

Ok…I’m yours

Take me if you want me

Hello everybody…I’m yours

Today I’ve broken free.

Ok…I’m yours

Open yours you too can see

This world is beautiful

And so are you.

The busy streets still hold on to their prize

Why can’t they be forced to give up the lies

But the secret’s held till the individual dies

But she stands out from the crowd and defiantly cries…

The sun has beaten the rainy days away

Why can’t we all have something pleasant to say

Why can’t the busy people take a holiday

And one more time I hear somebody say…