Is it a blessing or a curse
To be found, to be found?
Is it a burden or a gift
To be bound, to be bound?
Are you a comma or a dot
To my run-on sentence
For I was just a word
That had refused to be defined
There is freedom when you say
I am through, I am through
Room for something to begin
All anew, all anew
I'm now a horse without a race
I will gallop where I please
And with no shame, no hesitation
I'll go down upon my knees
My lonely days are over, over
My lonely days are over, over
My lonely days are over
And love is love is love is love
No matter who you're thinking of
So you can open all those doors
That someone closed so long ago
Cause you're bolder when you say
I am through, I am through
Room for something to begin
