| Fixated, in my own world, but |
| I can’t live in my head forever |
| Or write about politics pretending I’m clever |
| When my passions change like the weather |
| All I want now is to leave the world better |
| This brief glow will disappear in time |
| And I hope it’s love I leave behind |
| Hope to grow (Letting go) |
| Gold from indigo |
| To bloom is an endless endeavor |
| When stifled by agony I held til it festered |
| Ain’t much of my heart left to measure |
| Cut the out the dead, and plant again next year |
| This brief glow will disappear in time |
| And I hope it’s love I leave behind |
| Hope to grow (Letting go) |
| Gold from indigo |
| Reap and sow, euphoria and throes |
| An answer found in letting go |
| Mend and sew, the pinnacles and lows |
| A tapestry woven in love |
| Reap and sow (Indigo) |
| Euphoria and throes (It gets old and) |
| An answer found in letting go |
| Mend and sew (Feel the glow) |
| The pinnacles and lows (Find my role in) |
| A tapestry woven in love |
| 'Cause I know |
| This brief glow will disappear in time |
| And I hope it’s love I leave behind |
| Hope to grow (Letting go), gold from indigo |
| Ebb and flow embracing depths and heights |
| Stay afloat through drifts and rising tides |
| Let it glow, gold from indigo |
| Gold from indigo |