Keep Your Head Down and Your Hopes High
My eyes point up to the clouds again,
I feel for the writing that comes from within,
Work is dumb 'cause they all pretend
to be what they're gana hate once they reach the end.
Rip through ideas yet it's not Inception,
But still I have to dream even if they question.
Everything that my soul believes
I need to stay strong like the bamboo trees.
And if you can not send the seed,
You will not grow but fall with ease.
Just take a second
to look at where you are
If there's something wrong
then just take,