I used to travel the world,
But that was back when I was going places.
Now I don't go anywhere.
I'm just stuck here... grinding my gears.

No I'm not going... anywhere.

And I'm coming in last in this race of life,
Guess I got caught up on the struggles and the strife.
So I'm stuck here.
I'm not going anywhere... not anymore.

I used to wonder what life would be like,
If I was one of those successful girls,
But that's not what life had in store for me.
So I'm stuck here...
                                 ...Grinding my gears.
Hoping things will work out, eventually.

I'm trying to put my brains to good use,
But I just seem to be stuck here dreaming,
About the times when I'd travel the world,
And how much fun that would be to do with my little girl!

Those dreams give me the strength to sit and power through,
     all the gear grinding,
          all the waiting,
               all the trying,
                    all the failing...
Until the day I finally make it through.

I gain a little confidence,
     with every single word.
I begin to feel secure in,
     this promise that I've sworn.
Won't let anyone see,
     that scared little girl I'm hiding.
I use the false confidence to,
     keep her from crying.
I take a timid step,
     all the while seeming quite secure.
Moving steadily forward, scared,
     but sure, for her.

Sizzle, Sizzle,
hear the sound...
of the Rain instantly evaporating,
on the hot, black, asphalt ground.

The sweet smell of it
fills up your nose,
as the heavy clouds continue to drip,
until that May Flower grows.

I'm losing that last spark of brilliance,
I'd been kindling for so long.
In hopes of some day returning it,
Back to it's original flames.

But it's gone now,
Long gone.

I've got nothing left of myself to give.
Holes in my clothes and I can't keep warm anymore,
By the ashes of what I once was.
One gust of wind and it's all gone...

'Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.'

Something's looming over me.
Like a fog cast over my life,
through which I can't see.

It's a feeling at the core of my being,
Screaming,
my life has no meaning.

But maybe it's too soon to tell.
Maybe tomorrow the sun will come out,
and save me from this dreary hell.