Forty-Two Candles

Forty-two candles on the cake

And all I feel is heartache

Feeling like an absolute failure

Wishing for a more stable picture

With keys to my own place

Instead of this bedroom being my hiding space

Hearing the striking hands so loudly on the clock

So heavy in the silence I hear a knock

Forty-two, no place to call my own

With no job set in stone

The days and nights blur into one

This web of doubt quickly spun

With each hour comes the fear

The rising torment like a spear

Am I at the point of no return?

Or can I shatter this pattern?

Got to find the strength to rise above the flames

Start listening to the voice that rejects these claims

Forty-two, no place to call my own

With no job set in stone

The days and nights blur into one

This web of doubt quickly spun

I’ve got to fight another day

Rise above the ashes to slay

Forty-two is my new dawn

New goals to spawn

Forty-two, a prayer for a new beginning

All the doubt and failure diminishing

Forty-two trips around the sun

And my story has just begun

My story isn’t over inked on my wrist

The weight of depression I can resist

With God’s help I will arise

I’m ready for the reprise

Forty-two, a prayer for a new beginning

All the doubt and failure diminishing

Forty-two trips around the sun

And my story has just begun