Goodmorning.

How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes. I struggle to find any truth in your lies, and now my heart stumbles on things I don't know. My weakness I feel I must finally show.

Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all, but lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall. Lend me your eyes I can change what you see, but your soul you must keep, totally free.

And where you invest your love, you invest your life.

Awake my soul.