I don’t think I can subscribe to the things you do
I don’t think I can live up to what you want me to
It’s getting harder to see how you could ever become
What you were meant to be

Can you roll away this stone?
Can you help me find my home?
Can you turn this water wine
And pour it deep into this heart of mine?

I don’t think I understand what you hold onto
I don’t think I share the priorities you do
I used to be free but you’re not helping me
To be who I was meant to be

© 2005 Yvonne Lyon