KADI, Castle – Locked Floor

It's a locked floor, too many tears gone.
Lonely night when the pencil is the only hope.
Heal the wound when I see you walking 'round smoking.
Life is boring, surrounded by those who doubt.
Only vision blurred, no color seen in that story.
Conversation with God seemed to be holding tight to his fate.
Shoulders heavy, lost that weight.
Shoulders heavy, lost that weight.
Since young, travel the world, seeing enough to write.
Imagine living alive, scars behind a smile.
Designed as I am, rather be heard than seen.
Grinding more than you can see.