Introspective Testo

like an angel high above the things that try to hold me down
Still these thoughts are forming

I don't have much to give
Just pockets full of memories of days
when passing through these opportunities
that still knock at my soul
dreams that I thought I had forgot

now time tells
Then I'll know who it holds
now let go
Reach deep down into yourself
Find a place that's yours
When you need it, remember where it lives