The wind is moving, But I am standing still
A life of pages Waiting to be filled
A heart that's hopeful, A head that's full of dreams
But this becoming Is harder than it seems
Hear me asking Where do I belong?
Is there a vision That I can call my own?
Show me, I'm Looking for a reason
I need your light to help me find My place in this world,
My place in this world
When I was younger I thought it would be easy to find my place in this world - but then life has its twists and turns and here I am... still wondering... thankful for this life that is mine... doing my best to bloom where I am right now... and yet wondering what is next for me....