Go! Sick and tired of waiting I welcome a change with open arms On a surface I lay dormant Can hardly tell If I could make a difference What lies In front of my eyes Clearly That is my bitter Fate Sick and tired of waiting I welcome a change with open arms I lay dormant Wonder If I could make Difference is a word that I've lost my sympathy long ago Trying to get control and Guide my life through The wind, changed its direction Can I swim against the stream I let it go And fell into a dream You are free to dream But there is a harder truth to face Control is an illusion Actions are bound by the only And the same outcome You are only free to dream What lies In front of your eyes That is your bitter fate