The wind is moving,
but I am standing still;
a life of pages
waiting to be filled
A heart that's hopeful,
a head that's full of dreams,
but this becoming
is harder than it seems
Feels like I'm:
Looking for a reason;
roaming through the night to find
my place in this world,
my place in this world.
Not a lot to lean on,
I need your light to help me find
my place in this world,
my place in this world.
If there are millions
down on their knees,
among the many,
can you still hear me?
Hear me asking:
Where do I belong?
Is there a vision
that I can call my own?
Show me, I'm
Looking for a reason;
roaming through the night to find
my place in this world,
my place in this world.
Not a lot to lean on,
I need your light to help me find
my place in this world,
my place in this world.