Maybe it's time to take a step forward,

maybe it's time to just move on.

Maybe standing still is really pulling me backwards,

maybe I'm not meant to be sitting down.

Maybe my life has more meaning and purpose,

maybe there's something I'm missing or

maybe I'm just to afraid to approach what

I've been fearing would tie me down more.

Maybe I just need to face my fears.

Maybe I need to forget it all.

Maybe I'm doing something right,

or maybe I've got the whole thing wrong.

Maybe I'm meant for something greater,

a special purpose I can fulfill,

or maybe I'm just a little nobody

with nothing to hold to, no cards to deal.

Maybe I mean something to someone,

or maybe I'm simply all alone.

Maybe I've got a reason to live on,

my purpose just feels oh so close.

Maybe there's really nothing for me,

maybe this life is nothing at all.

Maybe I ought to give it all up now,

maybe I ought to claim case closed.

Maybe it's time I stop living this life,

and start living one that's something more.

Maybe I should rely on people,

or maybe I should keep them all afar. 

Maybe I need to just start over,

find a new beginning for me.

Maybe the past ought to stay behind me,

and I should look back no more, or sparingly.

Maybe I can't seem to find the answers,

and that's why I'm always so confused. 

Maybe I'm just not listening to the voice

that tells me exactly what to do.

Maybe I don't want to keep on searching

for something I don't know I want to find.

Maybe I'm scared of the truth that's hiding

behind the excuses in my mind.

Maybe I'm just not ready to face it,

or maybe I am and that's why I'm scared.

Maybe it won't be as bad as I think it,

or maybe it'll be worse than all my fears.

Maybe it all will magically get better,

or maybe it'll throw me into hell.

Maybe it's all for the better to face it,

or maybe it's better to ignore it still.

Maybe I ought to give in to temptation

and just run away from everything,

or maybe I ought to look to the Father

who is far above all of my fears.

Maybe I ought to trust His answers,

His reasons that I don't understand. 

Maybe I need to simply obey Him

and walk alongside Him hand in hand.

Maybe then it will all get better.

Maybe then I will be okay. 

Maybe that's just the truth I've been missing

in my personal walk each day.

Maybe someday I'll finally get there,

and I'll be out of the fears I've held

that I've gradually allowed to overcome me,

even though it never ends well.

Maybe it's time I take my chances

by giving them up to God above.

Maybe if I can somehow trust Him

I won't be afraid anymore.

Maybe that's how I'll find my purpose

and maybe that's how I'll finally move on.

Maybe that is the secret to living

the life I've been seeking all along.