There’s a Wolf at my door.

I won’t answer it no more.

Will I be willing to grow new wings?

Will I embrace the Spring?

 

Can you see me reaching out?

Can you hear my cry for help?

You see I’ve been trying to help myself.

But I can’t help myself.

 

What will the rains bring?

What will the rains bring?

Will I stay clean?

Through the Spring?

 

Haven’t been sleeping right for years.

Haven’t been eating right for years.

Filling up on ego and fear.

But where there’s a will.

There’s a way.

 

Where there’s a will there’s a way.

Where there’s a will there’s a way.

Where there’s a will there’s a way.

To a clean slate.

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