I know somehow, someway, I will get through
Relief I find in knowing I’ll be free
My future I no longer can eschew.
I cannot swallow for I have not chewed.
I’m stuck behind this door without a key
I know somehow, someway, I will get through.
Success comes to only a lucky few
And one of them I very well may be
My future I no longer can eschew.
Why is grass green and why is ocean blue?
Unanswered questions churn inside of me
I know somehow, someway, I will get through.
The book of life is turning pages new
It’s taken many years for me to see
My future I no longer can eschew.
I dream of where I’ll be and what I’ll do
Away from home; I’m scared to be lonely
I know somehow, someway, I will get through.
My future I no longer can eschew.