Change that cycles the so-called process of life
Feeling I have everything, and nothing seems tried
Hold in deep breath out shallow
Concentrate before left out in the cold
Gripping and releasing as time passes on
Can’t seem to focus on life’s miles beyond
This very moment who do I say I am
A survivor mostly, with cards of life in hand
Thankful for what has kept me to stay
On a path where many where lead astray
Moving forward and marching on
To the depts of a chorus I sing along
Hold tightly and never left me go
Fall short of ever after I may never know
Can I experience what others dream about?
Can I take for granted what others already doubt?
I come with all I have and offer to give
Not many gifts, some scars, and stories lived
Hang onto the very spark to my name
To one day mold that very flame
Where do we go when lost is all we know?