Family business,
early marriage,
swore for years,
“No way.”
With no intention,
stuck in tradition,
and the cycle stays.

You think
that you have enough
to make your world,
but fear then gets control,
so you sit still.

Growing into
your mother’s pearls,
after clawing at your neck,
self doubt,
no way out,
probabilities in the deck.

You dreamed
you’d push and reach
to fly away,
but it is safe and warm,
where you are today.

Don’t let fear win over your fate.

Music by Erika Lloyd & Brad Whiteley
Lyrics by Erika Lloyd

Vocals: Erika Lloyd
Piano: Brad Whiteley
Drums: Kenneth Salters
Bass: Peter Maness

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