The Big Picture

Bound at the ankles by the Flow of the Soul
It must be fate
Cause youd never wish this upon yourself
Every waking day is a reminder that we dont know who we are

With your ears open and your heart on your sleeve
Wishing and hoping for a better understanding
Hold your head up high, sister, cuz youre not alone
and the answers lie at the end of the path, on the stone

Overanalyzing this fucked up situation
The only way to stop the madness and confusion
is to defeat the illusion of separation
Of the mind and of the self you know and love

With your eyes open and your mind all in pieces
Wishing and hoping for your personal thesis, unknown
Hold your head up, brother, cuz youre never alone
and the answers lie at the end of the path you are on

We seem so small here, with no rhyme or reason
Walking down dirty streets and inside broken homes
Wondering when the clouds will part, and the sunshine will come
With its warm rays of light, maybe a comfort zone

With your hands in your pockets and your feet on the ground
Wishing and hoping for your wings to be found
Hold your heads up, my friends, theyve been there all along
and it all starts with the lyrics in this song