When that I come from the wake
Full of self doubts, by the window is the lake
The cloud of my insecurities covers the sky
Murder of my potential haunts me till I cry

But when my mother says I'm capable of everything
And father says he's proud of me
And my friends love me not matter the weather
The pouring stops and the light is all I see

Every day is a new beginning so I turn the slate
And to believe I'll do it because the ghost of my
Potential has come from the grave…and howls at the gate