The Meaning

Sitting here thinking about
what this all means,
everyday's one more day
toward a future unseen.

I sit and think
what's in store
for a girl like me,
what am I suppose to do
to fulfill my destiny.


All I've got is past and present
to tell you who I am,
but I sit and wonder
what kind of person I will become.

I know where I've been
but don't know where I'm going,
Every new day is a mystery.

I walk down the road of life
with a blindfold on,
all I've got is God to guide me strong.

I sit and ask myself
which direction to take,
Every decision I alone must make.

We live a life
we, ourselves sow,
detailed threading of a fate unknown.

In a blink of an eye
another year has passed,
I ask myself
How many days did I spend as if it were my last.

And I realize everyday is special
everyday is special,
and I realize everyday is special.