Yesterday I stepped outside And thought of the things I had in life. Can I ever be the person that I want to be And can you ever see the person that's inside of me? Should you try or should you fail? Or does it matter anyway? You wonder why I think God is real. You wonder why I don't push you away. I'm not ashamed, so stop trying to pull me away. Do you want to live; do you want to fly with me? Once again, I realized to make it through this live. I've got to get up when I fail, And with God I will prevail
