Is this survival? 
Are we waiting for the promised land? 
Another side to take the place of what we understand… 
Is this survival, 
where we live and breathe not asking why 
Always falling in the slip stream hurricane of I 
Trying to survive 
I saw something 
I couldn’t face in me 
Sometimes 
Do you hate what you see? 
I’m just 
Trying to let go 
Sometimes… 
I know 
I can face it! 
Is this survival? 
Are we waiting for the promised land? 
Another side to take the place of what we understand.. 
Is this survival where 
We live and breathe not asking why 
Always falling in the slip stream hurricane of I 
Trying to survive 
Trying to survive