Wake up with the blinds pulled shut
Sit up, rub my eyes open
What time of the day is it?
There's so much to do....
Molding my own destiny
Has never been at all easy
I'm running out of clay
But there's enough for today
So much on my mind in life
Money, friends, and family strife
Too much to do, too much to see
Ten years from now, where will I be?
Molding my own destiny
sometimes makes me want to flee
I'm not quite the rock
And the water makes me weak
Maybe when it's all complete
I'll be able to sleep
When will it ever be done?
I don't care, it's the meaning I seek
Molding my own destiny
Is all it could ever be
I'm fired up, my back is cracked
But there is none like me
