NEW JOURNEY

THE DAY HAS COME
FOR ME TO LEAVE
LEAVING THIS OLD ROOM OF MINE
THAT I'VE BEEN USED TO LIVING IN
I AM NOT REALLY SURE
FOR THIS NEW JOURNEY

INSIDE THE BUS
I TEXTED MY DEAREST FRIEND
I TRIED TO CALL THEM ON THE MORNING PLATFORM
BUT SOMEHOW
I FELT THAT IT WAS DIFFERENT
I CARRYING MY OLD GUITAR
AND PLACED OUT ALL OF THE PHOTOGRAPHS

I LET SOMETHING GO
AND I TAKE SOMETHING INSIDE
I WONDER
IS IT THAT KIND OF REPETITION?

THIS SHOW OF COURAGE CONTINUES
EVEN IN MY DREAMS
IF I BECAME COWARDLY
I WOULD BE CUT OFF THERE

INSIDE THE TRAIN THAT BEGAN TO GO
JUST A LITTLE BIT
I WAS MOVED TO TEARS
I WISH THAT IT WOULDN'T CHANGE
THE PERSON WHO GAVE ME THE OLD GUITAR SAID
THAT THIS CITY IS SCARY

I HAVE ALREADY STOPPED SEARCHING FOR AN ANSWER
IT'S FINE BEING FULL OF MISTAKES
AT LEAST FOR ME
EVEN IF I ENDURE THE TEARS

EACH JOURNEY THAT COMES WITH
HAS ITS OWN DOUBTFUL PLACES
RIGHT?
I KNOW I CAN'T SIMPLY CHOOSE THE RIGHT THING
BUT AT LEAST
I UNDERSTAND THAT