Set Free
When was the last time I looked up
And gave the moon a second look
When did I last collect roses
Or danced under the stars
Just ‘cause I could.
Why did I ever give up inspiration
For practicality, simplicity
When it’s nothing of worth
I only live life now
Wanting more.
If I sold my soul for this stability,
I'd give it back, hope for the best
And pray God for the ability
To write again and be
Set free.
And gave the moon a second look
When did I last collect roses
Or danced under the stars
Just ‘cause I could.
Why did I ever give up inspiration
For practicality, simplicity
When it’s nothing of worth
I only live life now
Wanting more.
If I sold my soul for this stability,
I'd give it back, hope for the best
And pray God for the ability
To write again and be
Set free.
♠ ♠ ♠
I have been having such a hard time writing like I used to. But you know, one must never give up.
Even if shit sounds like shit.