If I could only hear a Who
I’d finally know the answers.
Do I stay where it’s safe,
Jump into the pit of the unknown,
Or drown in a sea of waiting.
Time is really all we have.
No amount of money can rewind a clock.
We give people our time to show how we
But, we never truly can get it back.
My identity is a Whorton but I’d like to be a Horton,
I’d like to be brave and courageous,
To know what I’m supposed to do.
If I could change what’s inside of me, somewhere deep down
I’d be brave.
The kind of brave that carries a speck of dust.
The kind of brave that just trusts.
But, here I am waiting in confusion
Listening for a Who to tell me what to do.