Buried Alive

(Pamela Belitch)

Expressing the fear of not making a name for oneself while alive; Quest for purpose and meaning, and Exploring whether any of us are doing this right

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VERSE 1
Tonight I'm so dead tired, but my mind's wide awake.
I'm just tossing and turning, wondering what I've got at stake
If I just take a chance.
And I've wondered this many times before now.
But am I willing to make that first move?
And do I really even know how?
I think I just need the know-how,
And some day, it'll all just come around.
I'm wondering what am I
Trying to find
And just when will I finally figure it out.

PRE-CHORUS 
I've been buried alive, and just dying to break out.
What's it gonna take now?

CHORUS 
Well I always say
Hey, I'll do whatever it takes
To make my mark on the world.
Make sure my purpose is heard.
But, stop! Wait.
What's the truth? What are my dreams really worth?
Is this really my purpose? I'm not trying to be worthless...
I wanna be something worth it.

VERSE 2 
Please say I'm not just wasting my time, that at the very least 
All of the wrong turns and insecurities
I've been experiencing
Are really just blessings in disguise.
So far on my journey I've
Back tracked and lost sight
Of what really matters to me.
I'm trying to be unique.
But I've let others tell me who I am
And my real voice gets drowned out
Inside the deafening sounds of the maddening crowd.

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

BRIDGE
Okay, so who's to say that there's a right or wrong way?
Randomness vs Providence
In this Free Will vs Free Choice Destiny.
Haven’t we the power to choose what we’ll be? 

CHORUS

© Pamela Belitch 2019