Your words of praise fell upon her deaf ears
She believes she hasn’t been worthy throughout the years
She hasn’t always been the biggest fan like she should
Looking for wrongness in everything that she could
Didn’t care for all that had to be done to achieve success
A part of her always felt some kind of duress
Threatened by what could happen if all goes as planned
Will she be the same woman left to stand
Half-hearted belief in the possibilities that all could go right
But what if seems to torment the visions she sees when she lays down at night
Instead of asking if there is anything that she should do
Thoughts tainted and stained sticking to her mind like residue
If only she could feel the vibrations of a bigger plan
If made awake surely she could begin to understand
The magnitude of the destiny can’t be measured by the Richter
Eyes wide open she can visualize the bigger picture