Writer

I want to be a writer
but my hand won’t pen the words
It’s hard to break free of the struggles
You can’t understand

My daily inner struggle
To be more than what I am
It’s like taking a leap
without a safe place to land

Who am I to you
Will someone come and find me
I’m waiting for a clue
I’m waiting for an answer
Who am I to you

I never have decided
Why this fear won’t let me go
Why am I holding onto things I can’t control
So I’ll sit in silence
and figure out just who I am
I’ll close my eyes and try not to let judgement stand

(chorus)

Bridge:
why am I holding back
why am I waiting here
My head is filled with
lies I told myself for so many years

Words & Music
Rob & Jen Slocumb