In the Making

Painting a picture

Sculpting the clay

Who I was yesterday

I am not today

Floating down a river

The river of change

Things I saw yesterday I don’t see the same way

I could never be what you want me to be

My mind is changing endlessly

I’m breaking through every mold and expectation

Like when fire heats the sand

Where one form ends a new one begins

I am always in a state of creation

I’m still in the making (ohh)

I’m still in the making (ohh)

Weaving a fabric with my own hands

Telling a story with every strand

Holding my opinions, but never too strong

What I got right yesterday, what if I was wrong?

I could never be what you want me to be

My mind is changing endlessly

I’m breaking through every mold and expectation

Like when fire heats the sand

Where one form ends a new one begins

I am always in a state of creation

I’m still in the making (ohh)

I’m still in the making (ohh)

I’m still in the making (ohh)