if you are who you are
then u dont trip on who u scar
i go each day knowing ill get by
through each try
of every lie
in discrete 
to deceit
not ever skipping that beat
but every beat has a rest
and that rest is just enough
to clear the mess
to whither the weather

to have the sun shine through

hit the dewon the blades of grassthat get blownby the hope of the windand thats where i come inbecause my path gets changedby every little gustbut i know that i willalways have the willto be on the right traildespite all the foeswhich ever the wind blows