I try to let go without having an agenda.
I want to be Siddhartha, but I'm likely more Govinda.
I could be your Kamala, but right now I need a friend.
Or maybe I should just be alone,
and let my body sink like a stone.
I'm drowning in the depth of my heart.
I once had a flow, but there's no signal just noise.
I'm purging myself of all my useless toys.
I’ve been silent so long, but I think I found my voice.
And though it gets stronger each day,
I still can't put my soul on display.
I'm frightened by the depth of my heart.
The words that were spoken as a young child to me
locked me up in chains I'm finally set to break free.
I tried to run away from who I might have been,
but letting go of me would be the final sin.
I’m ready to fly, but I’ve squandered my wings.
I’ll try to grow some new ones, but the wounds, they still sting.
I look in your eyes and know we still have our rings.
And since I get stronger each day,
it’s time to put my soul on display.
I’m diving in the depth of my heart.
I’m thriving in the depth of my heart.
I’m living by the depth of my heart.