Have you ever took the time to enjoy the wind blow?
Or watch the leaves dance outside your window?
If time is relative that means I can make it move slow
Life goes so fast, soul asking me where did my peace go?
Spirit answers "here, but hidden under that list though"
My list of things I was told I need to do
They said "ignore my passions they will never serve you"
But these are God given why wouldn't they glorify Him too?
There's a reason they their mine
He didn't give them to you
As time passes by I just wanna become me
Can't add up to be another you
So when that wind blows
I will follow to find my peace
To that place some space where it's cool to be me