Painting a picture
Sculpting the clay
Who I was yesterday
I am not today
Floating down a river
The river of change
Things I saw yesterday I don’t see the same way
I could never be what you want me to be
My mind is changing endlessly
I’m breaking through every mold and expectation
Like when fire heats the sand
Where one form ends a new one begins
I am always in a state of creation
I’m still in the making (ohh)
I’m still in the making (ohh)
Weaving a fabric with my own hands
Telling a story with every strand
Holding my opinions, but never too strong
What I got right yesterday, what if I was wrong?
I could never be what you want me to be
My mind is changing endlessly
I’m breaking through every mold and expectation
Like when fire heats the sand
Where one form ends a new one begins
I am always in a state of creation
I’m still in the making (ohh)
I’m still in the making (ohh)
I’m still in the making (ohh)
