Waking up, I feel afraid.
I feel afraid of a new day.
Afraid of habit, of routine.
Afraid that everything's the same.
Looking in the mirror I see,
The same searching, wanting me.
How long must I sit and watch
All adventure on a screen?
Why can't those stories, thrills of life,
The excitement, love I see
The life of strong, heroic deeds,
Why can't they fall to me?
It seems when I get out of bed,
I don't dread the tears or pain.
I dread the fact, that when I rise
Not a thing will have changed.
Why am I here, if all I do,
Is live life mechanically.
A walking vision of routine.
Unknown identity.
That can't be right, that's not the way.
There must be something more.
Where's the honor in a life
When you doubt what you live for?
Then it hits me. Of course, that's it.
I do know why I live.
To learn, to grow, to love, to see.
To pray, to laugh, to give.
My life is an adventure.
Everyday is a new quest.
A journey to help those I can.
And just try to be my best.
No need to wake up so afraid
That all will be the same
For when I head into the day
I'm the one who makes the change.
