ENIGMA

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag,

drifting through the wind, wanting to start again.

Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin,

like a house of cards, one blow from caving in.

Do you ever feel already buried deep, six feet under,

scream, but no one seems to hear a thing.

Do you know that there's still a chance for you,

cause there's a spark in you.

You don't have to feel like a wasted space,

you're original, cannot be replaced.

Maybe you're the reason why all the doors are closed,

so you can open one that leads you to the perfect road.

Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow

And when it's time, you'll know.

You just gotta ignite the light, and let it shine

Just own the night, like the fourth of July.