The City Of Souls

I'm the lost whispers of wind tonight Travelling east to west Moving through up and down Like a roller coaster Wandering around In the city of souls I've listened to needs to be filled I've heard desires to be real And voices of someone praying Looking for hopes, and some just left empty Yet these cant be seen, as never been showed They just scattering around the roads In each street of this city This city of souls Where the emotions are the sky scrappers Demanding to be heard Voice through survival But hidden in physical barrier Because we are too absorbed for self Because everyone has their own matter to think Still I hear it all, as all travel with me I am the lost wind moving around Yes I am the lost wind I am the lost whispers of summer breeze That move along the breaths of many In the city of souls I grasp them and hold There are anxiety, in bliss, happy, mourning, praying and worry Everything just mixed as one in the air In a gust of blow, where wind and breath we ride invicibly together Without knowing whose they belong to The dark side of appearance identities Whoever we are, everyone has a story In this city of souls Yet we have fixed of what make our life successful Aiming for skycrappers desires, Defining happiness through various lenses From all fixed thoughts, politics, unclear rules, society fallacy and perceptions Then we all fall in deepest valley I've gone through long enough as a lost wind I've learned much so now i could be free I would be just me to live my life Something simple, be happy as i want and free I'll survive Because I'd survived Before...