So many things I still don't understand
How do I write with my own hand?
How do I raise my own small voice
In strong opposition of all of your choices
How can I bare my truth to you
From what I've been shown, there's no resolute
The inclination and wonder, displeasure, disdain
Eternal conflict in spite of the Spring
Always coming and never gone
Though somehow, not EVER, where I belong
How ungrateful and spoiled for me to feel this way
Yet at the end of every day
I find myself questioning every word
Second-guessing once, twice and a third
Time is always just slippin’ on by
Still I wait, and I try and I try
to become who I know myself to be
to be true to my truth and live always free
Always coming and never gone
Yes, somehow not ever where I belong
(Something is meant to come of all this)
To fulfill my soul's reason
To land where I'll stay
To breathe in all seasons
Contented to play
out each minute, each second
One breath at a time
Without ever thinking
of what's still behind
Or in front of me
Longing for one more step forward
One more attempt without being censored
The worry and fear that judgment may bring
To be constantly guessing, in spite of the spring
The days that I’m sure will come and then go
The time that’ll pass, and I’ll ache though I know
(something is meant to come of all this)
(to) express and endure the spirit I feel
The intent, the fruition,
of All that is REAL.
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Lyrics submitted by Michael.