Wings of God

No one can find me, here in my soul. Kicking and screaming, out of control. Calm myself down now, nobody knows. No one can find me, here in my soul. Hooked on your problems, do I know why? If you come my way again, would I lend a hand? Would I understand? Lend a hand. Understand. No one can find me, here in my soul. Kicking and screaming, out of control. Calm myself down, nobody knows. No one can find me, here in my soul. Solitude was never, never seen as loneliness. Things need, they need time and time leads to other things. And playing roles Which are limited by the poor fund of knowledge. In this sick, sick world we all fall down. Once in a while, escaping the law of the unexplained pains. would I lend a hand? Would I understand? Understand.