I am the fallen tree
i am the grandmother that diminished before me
I am the ancestors I know not their names
I am the beginning of the modern hall of fame
People will know my name.
People will know my name.
How will they know my name?
How will I gain the power of fame to shine this light inside of me to other people so they can potentially see
I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know what I want.
I don't want to sit around at a 9-5 or as a cashier saying "Thank you, come again." When I don't even want to walk though the doors.
I'm willing to struggle but to what extent and what for
Who am I, do I know what I want?
Am I afraid or honestly distraught
Is what I want so frowned upon I regret the thought of it?
Is who I am so bad in my mind I feel like I'm not even good enough, not even a bit?
Why does the girl from this small town matter
Who wants people to know her name not for power
but to spread happiness and joy, to do what she loves
Because every day she wakes up she doesn't like what this becomes
It becomes a boring life, the tale of every person
Who gets lost in the money and not what they are deserving
of.
What I deserve?
I don't know, probably nothing, at least that's what I've heard from my mind
"The only things you love to do are so hard to be it could never be you,
you don't have the backbone you won't make the successes all you ever be
is thousands of second guesses."
Am I right?
What do I want?
Do I know?
I don't know.
I do. I can't make it, I wish that I could.
I don't know where to start,
but I wish that I would.
