Standing in the middle of a boulevard, with a life of a farrow,
Facing right to the sky, like I'd  never see tomorrow,
Dropped me my blessings, like a beak on a sparrow,
Paved my own way, and a path to follow.

Stranded with my phobia, and some pain to swallow,
Gone was the life, left surrounded by my shadow,
Shrunk into nothingness, with a life to borrow,
I live for today, not only for tomorrow.

Flowing with my stream, and my pain so shallow,
Stood tall for myself, i am my own fellow,
Like a tree with no roots, that never had to grow,
I only live for today, and a little sorrow for tomorrow.