Another one about growing up and being a bit confused about things...
When did it happen, when did it begin?
When did you start to suspect?
That all you were told, and all you were taught
Would never combine to be perfect.
When did you start to question the world?
Confused about love, between boys and girls?
When did you wonder if all would be well?
Were you destined for heaven, or destined for hell?
And what could you change, if you wanted to change
What could you do, and would you still be you?
When did you realise, that things were different
When did you start, to pray for deliverance?
It will all work out, you can be yourself
You can live in the world, not be left on the shelf
Be the best you can be, and don’t feel you’ve failed
Don’t be ashamed that you’ve gone off the rails
Be all you can be, you’re still you
Be all you can be
© words and music G Todd 2020