Lost at Sea again, search for clarity. Frozen in my web of fear and insecurities.
Buried in the deep, broken at the core. Time to heal this weathered soul and climb back out that hole.
Open up, cast the night. Open up, see the light.
Storms won’t last for life, they’ll pass by with the flow. Mindfulness is where it’s the more you read, you’ll know.
If darkness does prevail, react with influence. Role models present the way with strength and confidence.
Open up, cast the night. Open up, see the light.
Don’t cast you life away, no, no, no....
Open up, cast the night. Open up, see the light.
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