Introspective

To stand where I stand
To see just where I want to be when
I close my eyes, don't want to cry but fly
Like an angel high above the things that try to hold me down
Still these thoughts are forming

I don't have much to give
Just pockets full of memories of days
When passing through these opportunities
That still knock at my soul
Dreams that I thought I had forgot

Now time tells
Then I'll know who it holds
Now let go
Reach deep down into yourself
Find a place that's yours
When you need it, remember where it lives