Couldn't Let it Die

We're going back, back to the beginning

My parents taught me how to love
Even though they couldn't love each other
My twin who didn't make it from the womb
Taught me how to become a better brother
My mother taught me to read
My teachers taught me to spell
A lack of God taught me believing in myself

But Dr. Seuss, he taught me to dream
I traded any chance of picket fences for a couple of beans
I was done before I knew
What this flower inside me was which grew
I tended it of the weeds
As that flower grew to mazes filled with childhood fantasies

And I
Couldn't let it die, I couldn't let it
Couldn't let it die or I'd regret it

I'd scribble on the napkins at the restaurant
Before I got a guitar, I wrote fifty songs
Imagined being up on stage, spewing out my thoughts
And hearing someone else out there sing along
But I felt the world's awful shade
I realized I was a weed
People may say I had a choice to make
But there was never a choice to me

I couldn't let it die, I couldn't let it
I couldn't let it die or I'd regret it

We're going back, back to the beginning

So now I grow
Into what? Only God would know