Interior (Exterior)

Outside these walls up in the sky
A fist is raised clenched, an act to defy
A symbol of hope that cuts through the cloud
Rejecting the thought of conforming
A beacon of light that burned like the sun
Revealing an option less travelled
Outside these walls up in the sky
A fist is raised clenched, an act to defy

Behind the door there's some people I've seen
Who mould how we think, how we live, hope and dream
A language of hurt so driven by fear
It stifles the spark of creation
Where truth is merely a matter of words
And simply one person's perspective
Resenting their bonds and challenge of thought
Assumptions become universal
Who point and distract to cover their tracks
And hide behind process and history
Behind the door there's some people I've seen
Who mould how we think, how we live, hope and dream

Inside my head there's a place where I go
That nobody's seen, that nobody knows
Where songs without words cascade through the wind
And skip past the waves of emotion
Sunburst dawns as birds take flight
Filling their sky with their number
Where clean crisp air drawn deep into lungs
Cleanses from oppression
Where desert ends and greets the sea
With beauty of potential
Inside my head there's a place where I go
That nobody's seen
That nobody knows