Home grown

On my own

Feeling like the cat slept on the roof

I lock myself in the booth

Head hung

Sore lungs

Try to separate myself from sleep

And write something that's deep

Here we go

Let it flow

Find a sentiment I've tried to feel

And let it out to heal

Turn around

Your day

Swimming in a song that's pulled me from the clay

With posture

Like a prawn

An imposter

Who's lingering around the stage too long

Because you busted

Your bones

To push a little faith and get to here

So stand up on your own

Because they've backed this

It's what you do

The ones who dig around the common clay

To find that sacred fruit

So let's take this

Bitter gray

And shape into something that can lead the way