Reaching Hands

The way I write my story, is the way I live my time
 I see people around me, trying to reach my hand
 The day I met myself, was the day I knew the truth
 I see people shouting loud, I thought it was my name
 The way I live my time, is the way I enjoy my life
 I see people around me, trying to reach my hand
 The things I carry with me, are the best that I can give
 I see people on the streets, waiting for my sign
 The way I enjoy my life, is the way I tell you now
 I see people around me, trying to reach my hand
 The stories people tell me, are the truth they understand
 I see people really lost, trying to find their ways
 The way I tell you now, is the way to figure it out
 I see people around me, trying to reach my hand
 Stop and look at me, it's time to picture how
 I'll show you how is done, you'll be safe and sound