wordsworth

not about to lose

If I were to listen to my doubts
I’d think my time was running out
But I’m old enough to do it
And young enough to do it again

I’m not about to lose
I’m not about to lose
This feeling that I’ve found

If I were to listen to the sound
Of that little voice, I might turn back now
But I won’t be taking fear’s advice
Not after all I’ve sacrificed

I’m not about to lose
I’m not about to lose
This feeling that I’ve found

Though my heart is overcome at times
Still it knows
Where it’s coming from
And where it must go

Just like an oak I’ll take my stand
But like a willow I can bend

I’m not about to lose
I’m not about to lose
This feeling that I’ve found