Things once were right on track and so sincere,
escaped our path, we ended up right here,
should I let go or should I hold you near?
What happened to our perfect love, my dear?

We used to be connected at the heart,
and every single move we made was smart,
our conversations were a piece of art,
but now we're only drifting far apart.

I miss feeling like I was in the air,
floating around without a single care,
I fell down but you seem so unaware,
not here to hold my hand or stroke my hair.

I gave you all I had to give and more,
it's time for me to spread my wings and soar.

Your insecurities change,
all that you hear,
who you are inside,
and how you appear.

It decides what you do,
and what you see,
it lessens what you want,
and who you'll be.

It won't let your dreams,
go as high as the sky,
you stay on the ground,
though you're able to fly.

Won't put your foot forward,
so you go with the flow,
too scared of goodbye,
to think of hello.

You're less than your best,
and a little too late,
your shoulders now carry,
a little more weight.

Slow your mind down,
and stop holding back,
'cause you are what you are,
and not what you lack.

I'm a butterfly with a broken wing,
there are more ways that I can rise.
I'm a midnight sky with dimming stars,
bright lights have always hurt my eyes.

I'm a weeping willow with a broken branch,
it is no longer in my way.
I'm a messenger bird that lost it's path,
I've always wanted to get away.

I'm a rose with one too many thorns,
less reason to be scared.
I'm a flawed diamond down in the dirt,
I'd rather be hidden than shared.

I sing a tune that's all my own,
some say it cannot be a song,
but many things become so right,
the second they seem wrong.

I see him staring from a distant place
I know he wishes only to embrace
not just my hand, my heart and soul as well
but for an unknown reason, keeps his space.

I feel his precious eyes sink into me
they're powerful to such a strong degree
I get quite scared and turn my head away
and will until my heart and mind agree.

Too many accounts of a broken heart
to even consider a brand new start
I contradict my heart and feed my mind
is nothing is formed, it can't fall apart.

I must pretend I am too blind to see
my honest love for him, and his for me.

We're living in the actor's age,
the world now serves as one big stage,
people are born, no longer need training,
to change who they are, to perfect entertaining.

The very center of the stage,
tends to act more as their cage.
They're born being told the way to success,
is to act like a character, and hope to impress,
to turn into who others want them to be;
to follow the current of the sea.

They're confined to a cage, yet they've lost themselves,
hope to find what they've lost on the costume shelves.
The spotlight blinds them, stops them from seeing,
who they should be and who they are being.

I am content in the front row,
it's easier to see my glow,
if there's no spotlight, mocking mine,
and dimming my all natural shine.

The front row let's me see what's around,
it's hard to feel lost, when I've already found,
out who i am so long ago,
I stay myself, even though,
those around me tend to change,
with the seasons, rearrange,
who they are and want to be;
to follow the current of the sea.

Not trapped in the cage, I have plenty of room,
to be who I am, and to fully bloom,
into who I am truly meant to be;
the one who strays from the current of the sea.

So ready for love, is it ready for me?
I keep my eyes open, but all I can see ,
are people walking around in pairs,
opening doors and pulling out chairs.

I see the way he looks in her eyes,
both feel like they're soaring through the skies,
my reaction is an envious stare,
as he opens her door and pulls out her chair.

I patiently wait until I can find ,
the person still unknown in my mind ,
who is looking for more than a hidden affair;
who will open my door and pull out my chair.

I feel lost in this paired up world,
everyone has their fingers curled ,
around another person's hand,
as if it were perfectly planned,
to leave me standing on my own,
left to pull out my chair alone.

So ready for love, is it ready for me?
is there a secret that I can't see?
While all may seem wrong I won't fall in despair;
I will open my door and pull out my chair.

You're like the creek in my back yard,
you come and go without regard.
When winter comes, you turn to ice,
you're staying strong; you're playing nice.

A sheet of ice; you entertain,
all winter long, you don't complain.
Although I may not not really be
in need of you, you're there for me.

When the hot summer months arrive,
I need your water to survive.
In winter months, you're always here,
but in the summer, nowhere near.

When I don't need you, you're around,
when times get tough you dry the ground.
You leave me thirsty when I need
you to help me, and not mislead.

When you long for someone to glide,
upon your glassy ice, or slide
around, think of the summertime,
and why you're now no friend of mine.