I sit here pondering to myself br What should I do? br What will I become in life? br br The answers lie deep br Deep enough I cannot reach br Confusion seeks me br It settles in my brain and boils like a kettle in my sleep br br Into my dreams, in which I do not know br Where is myself? Where should I go? br A finger points down the road into a dark black hole br br Only destiny will decide br Only fate can deny br That I am committing mental suicide. br br Thoughts ponder, dreams wonder br Would I just be better off down under? br br No one knows, not even I br Will I be a great father? Will I be a good guy? br When money is tight and its cold at night br What will keep the flame inside of me bright? br br The flame burns and my esteem descends br Should I put up a fight or let the rain get in? br If my flame goes out I have no fuel. br No lighter, no air, no sticks, no tools br br If the flame inside kindles and rises br Then all of my problems will have disguises. br br I decide to get up, get out, and to take a giant leap br So I can better myself, and so my family can eat. br To be a success, to be the man I should be br I won't let depression get inside of me. br br If I keep my head high and climbing the steps, trying and trying and doing my best. br I will be satisfied within. I will be a success br br Either way it goes, it is life or death. br Either extinguish your flame, or take a new step.