Passion

Everyday I wake up confused.  What is my destiny?
My eyes are open, but I can barely see.

Everyday I walk so slow, dissatisfied with the paths I've chose.
With every door open, another one's closed.

Everyday I run through my mind.  So many dreams I've tried to catch.
It's easier to dream then face the facts.

Every night I sleep unrefined.  Tomorrow will be a failure still.
This constant denominator is making me ill.

Every night I toss and turn.  My soul searches while I sleep.
Still searching...still searching.  I might as well start counting sheep.

Every night I pray for a sign.  What does my heart desire?
I can't light the candle if I have no fire.

Passion runs deep, like an infinite dream.
Once it is lost, it's hard to redeem.
Once it is found, it pumps the bloodstream.
Once I find mine, I think I might scream.

On that day, I will wake up refreshed.
My eyes will be open.  I'll have no regrets.

And the day after, I will walk so tall.
No door will be big, no door will be small.

My dreams will be caught in a net of gold.
Fear will erase, and hope will unfold.

Night time will fall, and the moon will be bright.
Tomorrow will be an incredible sight.

From dusk 'till dawn, I will sleep in peace.
No more disquiet and goodbye to the sheep.

And every night thereafter, I will thank the Divine,
For giving me strength to walk the line,

Because passion is real, like the birds and the bees.
Once it is found, it's so easy to see.
While life can be rough and a little off key,
Always remember your soul needs to be free.