Sometimes I don't see thingsnAs clearly as I would like to seenI keep moving without a purposenTo shield me from all the blows that aching people thrownAnd all the tears I never let myself shownSometimes I walk the line betweennGrowth and familiaritynNot understanding why I have to choose a sidennThe funny thing about decisionsnIs that as you're making them, you never knownWhat the next bend in the road might exposenYou could find yourself surroundednBy something or somewherenThat fear might have stopped you from going tonIf you'd knownnnThat's why sometimes when I don't see thingsnAs clearly as I would like to seenI keep moving, knowing that a purpose will find menBecause there's moments like thesenAnd moments like these are all that really matter