With all the uncertainty that's in my life,
It's make it harder & harder to envision time.
Will I make something of myself or just get by,
I could die in the process but I'll try.
Give me an outlet, plug me into life.
Charge me up with feelings that are so right.
The source is the vast lands...of my mind.
It's all just, due time.
I beg for everything that's put into my line, of sight.
What serves as an index to my only life?
Yet, given all that uncertainty, I'll try.
Try for what's destined, with time.
Yet, given all that uncertainty, I'll try.
Try for what is, rightfully mine.