It's not what you'll possess
It's how you will express
The essence of you
It's not what you'll conceal
It's all that you'll reveal
That will make you be you
The crisis of you
It's not the wage you earn
It's about the things you learn
And the love that you feel
It's not about success
It's the feeling you were blessed
To gaze up at the blue
The perfection of you
Now the shadows are long
And the cities are lost to rain
When you wake up every day
To find nothing's changed
But before you can speak
You will learn that it's all the same
And the dreams that you will have
Are public domain
And the country lanes are dead
With the time to come
It's how you will express
The essence of you
It's not what you'll conceal
It's all that you'll reveal
That will make you be you
The crisis of you
It's not the wage you earn
It's about the things you learn
And the love that you feel
It's not about success
It's the feeling you were blessed
To gaze up at the blue
The perfection of you
Now the shadows are long
And the cities are lost to rain
When you wake up every day
To find nothing's changed
But before you can speak
You will learn that it's all the same
And the dreams that you will have
Are public domain
And the country lanes are dead
With the time to come
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