I’ve never wanted fame
And maybe my family’s to blame
For always keeping me humble but honestly it’s not a shame
‘Cause I don’t care a about wealth or the popularity game
Because it’s lame
So what’s my aim?
I only want to help and heal
And I can’t help but feel
That I cut the wrong deal
And so in the recesses of my mind I steal
Away to where my deepest thoughts are sealed
And I kneel in front of the Lord and I ask:
“So what’s real?”
I look back on all my deeds
And I try my best to read
Into who I am, what I’ve done and what I can do that’ll feed
Not only my family, but my soul and as I bleed
Stuck in this worthless place where insecurities breed,
A single question stays in my mind:
What do I need?
All these questions sit back and haunt
Me while life’s challenges daunt
Me and the happy people to my left and right only taunt
Me as what I thought I wanted grows more and more gaunt
So I ask myself for the millionth time from the same seat in the same restaurant:
What do I want?