I yearn to take life's gamble
But I have nothing to lose.
I'm trying to escape
But I have nowhere yet to run.
I'm sick of feeling sorry for myself,
It ain't me.
The old me drowned in a pool of uncertainty
When he closed his eyes forever.
My self confidence was drop-kicked out of the stadium
And I spent years running about looking skywards
Hoping to hell that one day I might catch it again.
Finally I did.
Leaping into the air I caught it
And hugged it tightly to my chest.
Not only this, but much to my suprise
The crowd applauded.