I’m not one to use a tightrope 
I like standing firmly on the ground 
I would rather observe than jump into the unknown 
At my best when I’m safe and sound 

Good things come to the patient 
And I’ve been waiting for most of my life 
So I carefully get on my feet to join in 
Hope that shadows won’t kill my light 

Opened my eyes 
I’ve made it to the unknown, now I’m learning to see 
I turn from old ends 
Enough time I spent away from what could have been 

I may not rely on a stranger 
I may never try flying without wings 
But I do willfully dream the dream of prudence and passion 
So this may amount to something