Becoming

I’m becoming something new.
Overcome by the way I’ve found and lost it all.
All again in another fall and I’ve seen it done a thousand times before.
And I can’t believe it’s gone again,
That it’s gone again.
Will this time provide me with the reason why?
My anger opens up the way that I should see myself
And maybe pass me by when I can’t take no more.
I can’t take no more.
Faith won’t fool me
But I’ve got to believe in what I know when I lose direction.
But I’ve got to believe in “The only way I know is mine.”
I’m becoming something new.
Overcome by the way I’ve found and lost it all.
All again in another fall and I’ve seen it done a thousand times before.
And I can’t believe it’s gone again,
That it’s gone again.
Faith won’t fool me
But I’ve got to believe in what I know when I lose direction.
But I’ve got to believe in “The only way I know is mine.”
The metamorphosis begins to alter what I am,
My fabric, what I am within.
When I begin to show the signs,
I’ll start this journey with such trepidation,
Should I find the only way I know is mine!
The only way I know is mine!
But I’ve got to believe in what I know when I lose direction.
But I’ve got to believe in “The only way I know is mine.”
The only way I know is mine.