I'm an amateur with no plans to be anything else. I don't write much these days, but in my younger, less stable days I felt moved to write songs to express what was in my head.
When the box opens, what will come out?
I've never learned to understand it
It fills me with doubt
I want to feel the life within me stir
I want it to awaken and emerge
My heart lies buried, but is it dead?
I've held the knife to cut my feelings
and watched as they bled
The focus sharpens, it comes into view
The tension welling, trying to break through
I won't sit back and let it slip
I will not gather dust upon the shelf
I've had enough of always being so unhappy with myself
When dawn breaks the darkness, what will await?
I want to hear the promises that the light has to make
I've had more than my share of wait-and-see
I want to command my own destiny
