Verse 1:

I’ve been writing songs for almost twenty years now,
Dreamt I’d front a band and play for sold-out crowds,
Now I’m happy down in my own studio,
Never have to worry about throwing up before every show.

Is anyone listening? Does anyone care?
Or do I obsess over songs that no one ever hears?
Should it matter if we’ve got fans or not?
Sometimes it feels like this is all that I’ve got.

Chorus:

When I set my hope and trust in You, I’m free,
You’re all I’ll ever need, my identity,
I don’t have to prove myself or earn Your love,
I can just be who You made me to be

Verse 2:

I’ve been writing songs ever since I learned my first chord,
Would make noise with anything that I could run through the board,
Just want to leave a mark on the scene,
Give my time to music for the way that it has encouraged me.

But am I working hard at something no one enjoys?
And are my thoughts just adding to the noise?
Looking inward, only self-doubt remains,
Oh God, I need to make a permanent change.


Bridge:

What an incredible feeling,
When I don’t have to justify my time,
What a gift you’ve given to me,
All these thoughts don’t have to occupy my mind.