It's my time, I am in the basement shredding old habits
What grows out of uncertainty is a seed planted in eroded soils
New root structure and constant watering will produce results
And thinking about a new path brings vitality and new mountains that reach
It's my time, the sunlight, while harsh at first, crisps rotting edges
New growth comes by way of action and reflection, I think about my place
Those that have enjoyed my light in the past will be happy for the restoked fires
And the change that comes from the center, filaments reweaving my universal presence
It's my time