A Chance to Grow

Giving myself a chance to grow

Has better odds than winning the Powerball

But worse than being struck down by a bolt of blue lightning

I say that because the chance rarely, if ever, occurs

And when it does I'm blinded by my own insecurities

And never get to see it

But when I'm drowning my love in your sweet, wicked ways

I'm reminded of a time when all was well

And growth was born not by chance

But choice, and life and love itself

So I'll give myself the choice to grow

A better soul with roots that stretch

Down to the depths of where I've been

And up to the branches of where I'll go

And I'll give myself the life to grow

With air and water clean and pure

I'll face the sun as I endure

For when the time has come to sow

And I'll give myself the love to grow

My passion fuels the light within

Your flame and mine are one and I

Will never, ever let you go