Why do I feel.... what isn't real Why do I know,that I won't know Why when I feel.....isn't it real This is hard to bear Lost in my mind why can't I find,a way to walk out of here chained to the fear That makes me sad and alone Hurts to the bone And this is mine to bear The morning sun on my skin Calming the rage of all that's Building within Feelings that push in the caldera in me To open and free And this is hard to bear And then the pressure subsides Levelling off for just a moment in time Letting the light And all the life that's around Traverse the ground The soil that makes my heart In its every part -----the morning sun on my skin,calming the rage of the Caldera in me.......