I stand at the door,
wondering where i need to go,
my life is ahead of me,
like a book, with empty pages.
waiting for me to write,
about, me, my love and my life.
now how i choose to write that,
it is all up to me,
cause my life is in my hands,
to be what i want to be.
I stand at the door,
wondering where she is,
looking for the light,
feeling a sense of pride,
now, why should it affect me?
the five words, L,O, V E
Now How i choose to write that,
it is all up to me,
cause my life is in my hands,
to be all i want to be.
—- Guitar Solo—–
the door closes,
i am neither in nor out,
wondering why i have to be,
in so much of doubt,
i see the light,
i see the dark,
i see the love,
as bright as a spark,
i wonder what holds me,
no matter how hard i try,
its all up to me now,
to live my life,
now how i choose to write tht,
it is all up to me,
cause my life is in my hands,
to be all i want to be.